Aereogramme A Winter's Discord

Finally I have had enough Just one last journey to your island Where there's no peace And some kind of useless love Wrapped in a whistle That I'll never know One last chance to hide upstairs To watch gentle lights from the window Maybe I'm wrong Maybe I've always been Stronger to question All I hold as true You've seen more than this Seen more than this Seen more than this Black eye Black eye above Black eye above Black eye above me Better free than saved Better free than saved But I'm always afraid to kill But I'm always afraid to kill