Better Days - Lyrics - Idle Sons

On the way back to your home Were you strong Did they push you back somehow On the way back to your home Were they wrong Did they let you fall back down They pushed me back Now I can see The emptiness of never It's the air we breathe that Fills the skies we see And glides the planes to better days It's what you make of it To the one who listen In the end it's your decision to glide the planes to better days On the way back to your home You belong How does it feel moving on Darker days have come and gone they were wrong It's time to get up Move out Be strong They pushed me back Now I can see The emptiness of never It's the air we breathe that Fills the skies we see And glides the planes to better days It's what you make of it To the ones who listen In the end it's your decision To glide the planes to better days It's what you make of it Don't run away I know It's the best time To take mine Cause your my Everyday thing It's the best things you've forgotten It's the air we breathe that Fills the skies we see And glides the planes to better days It's what you make of it To the ones who listen In the end it's your decision To glide the planes to better days To glide the planes to better days Better days Better days