Better Days Lyrics - Sixteen Seasons - 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