I would stare at the sun if it'd help the ones I love Though I'd burn in my skull, I would smile to see them well I've got this weight in my lungs And I would share my own blood if it'd help the ones I love Though I'd shrivel like a plum, I would smile to see them grow I've got this weight in my lungs From filling 'em up I'm driving away From my father's house on a beautiful day And there's no one out I'm running from you, I am running from me I am running from you, from you You, you, you, you, you ♪ And so, I make sourdough on the counter like he showed me Though I taste his loneliness in the crust of evеry loaf I've got this weight in my mouth But I'm keeping it down