The people stand outside

They′re smoking in their gowns

And drinking up the sunThen spitting on the ground

The automatic doors

Slide open like a drawer

Inside the clothes are crumpled

I'm walking to the ward

There are so many doors

There′s lemon in the air

And lemon on the floor

It's clinging to my clothes

It's stinging in my nose

The dirt is dying humble

Some little fish swim, inside a little tank

I stop to look them, they seem to look back

I want to break the glass and send them to the sea

But it′s not up to me

The decorated smiles

Guide me to his room

But my feet refuse to move

I linger like perfume

I stop to take a breath

And hold it in my chest

He flew a hundred planes

Across a thousand skies

And turned the engines off

Not fearing he would die

Machines they can restart

It′s harder for a heart

Some little fish swim, inside a little tank

I stop to look them, they seem to look back

I want to break the glass and send them to the sea

But it's not up to me

And if I could take them with me you know I would

I would take them home

But I looked into their eyes and I understood

That it′s not my choice, no it's not up to me

It′s not up to me

No, it's not up to me

It′s not up to me

No, it's not up to me

It's not up to me

No, it′s not up to me

It′s not up to me