I keep learning the same old lessons
Making the same old mistakes
I know i’m too old not to know better
But maybe i’m not too old to change
Cause i think i’ve reached the edge of the shadow where i been
And through the wind i feel a new light on my skin
And you know i sing my thanks for everything i’ve had
But i won't go back
No i won't go back
Again
Heavy breathing, grieving brother of mine
You seem like another of my kind
At the blackout paper, kissing cracks in the light
Your people are out there, you can hear thеm laugh in the night
I’m done with waiting, wasting all my days
As the body еrases the brain
I remember the fine shape of your face
There was something ‘round the eyes, always making me stand up Straight
Run like the sea wind, cool on your upper lip
Run like this freedom is everything you ever need
Run from your enemies, from even your family
And you won’t go back to all that
All my kingdom for your hands on me
Or just for the heat where your hands had been
Through my cold window we go down to the street
And move through the dream with these two real feet
And run like the sea wind, cool on your upper lip
The pull of the feeling, look down man your hovering
Gone from your enemies, from even your memories
And you won’t go back to all that
My Kind was written by Tim Baker.
My Kind was produced by Tim Baker & Marcus Paquin.