Daniel Whittle Compass lyrics

Woke up this morning to the sound of the rain.
The world looks so different but I guess that's the same,
When you change every day and can't make up your mind.
The things that you're left with are the things left behind.
Stealing the hope from the tight little fingers of all the young dreamers,
The comforts I need to keep falling asleep.
Will I find my way back home again?
I'm getting better at finding the flow.
The words that I weave, so effortlessly,
They hover above all the truth that you know.
Fake one more smile till this ruse is complete,
I'm getting so nauseous, guess I need a drink.

Crawling out from the shadows of towers, a chemical coward.
The comforts I need to keep falling asleep,
Will I find my way back home again?
Spilling it out on the road as I wander alone,
And take to the darkest parts that nobody knows.
I spin like a top and I wanna get off,
Give up gaining control.
Will I find my way back home again?