Hiding from the Sun
I the Mighty Lyrics

With respiratory responses, I’ll bridge the gap from one breath to the next.
I will move from one breath to the next without a break.

Let me sink.
I want to sink.

I’ll find oxygen unnecessary. My lungs, they no longer need the air from way up there.
I do not need oxygen anymore, I can survive without it.

I’ll find peace amongst these sunken ships and bones that kissed away their prior skins.
I will find serenity among the broken ships and bones that had once lived and died there.

They could not adapt.
They could not survive in the new environment.

The potent hit of salt has lost its sting inside my chest and with this breath I am home.
The strong taste of saltwater no longer hurts my chest and I feel like I am where I belong with this breath.

And though its neurotic to run from a cancer born love, the undulating blue will keep my mind from thoughts of you.
Although it's crazy to avoid love that may ultimately harm me, the moving blue waves of the ocean will distract me from thinking about you.

As I’m hiding from the sun.
As I stay away from sunlight.

The moon has put the sun to sleep as I rise to the surface to attain my night on the town.
The sun has set and the moon has risen, giving me the opportunity to surface and have a fun night out.

My feet will touch dry land again as I break down and sink into the sand, underground.
I will eventually touch land again, but I will still feel the urge to sink into the sand and go underground.

But here their eyes all read resent and I dig my way back up before they get the chance to waste a drug.
But the people around me are full of anger and negativity that can harm me, so I quickly rise up and avoid getting hurt.

Oh, but the city lights are much to bright and my eyes they paralyze and dilate to compensate.
The bright lights of the city are overwhelming and my eyes struggle to adjust to compensate for the brightness.

I can’t live in-between, I must choose an extreme.
I cannot live in a grey area, I have to make a clear choice between two options.

A years worth of metaphors couldn’t find a meaning.
Even after a year of thinking, I still cannot find a meaning or explanation.

I’ll invite the infection through skin cells and chromosomes, bones that grow hallow no marrow to decompose.
I will intentionally infect myself with a disease and let my bones become hollow so they can decompose over time.

I suppose, I suppose I can never grow old.
I think that I can never age and will always remain young.

But these pirates and sunken ships, they’re alive once the day is dead.
The ships and pirates that have sunk are alive again when the day is over.

And they don’t forget, they don’t forget , they don’t forget, And one says to me: “My friend, re-invent what you thought was dead, because we have our fun.”
They never forget what they once were and one pirate tells me to reinvent what I thought was lost because they still have fun and are living again.

Yeah, we had our fun as I was hiding from the sun.
We enjoyed ourselves while staying away from sunlight.