Interpret:

Twenty One Pilots

Album:

Twenty One Pilots

The air begins to feel a little thin
 As I start the car and then I begin
 To add the miles piled up behind me
 I barely feel a smile deep inside me


 And I begin to envy the headlights driving south
 I want to crack the door so I can just fall out
 But then I remember when you packed my car
 You reached in the back and bucked up your heart


 For me to drive away with
 I began to understand
 Why God died


 The demons sat there waiting on her porch
 It was a little dark so we held a makeshift torch
 And when my car was far out of sight
 He crept in her room and stayed there for the night


 And then I felt chills in my bones
 The breath I saw was not my own
 I knew my skin that wrapped my frame
 Wasn't made to play this game


 And then I saw Him, torch in hand
 He laid it out, what he had planned
 And then I said, I'll take the grave
 Please, just send them all my way


 I began to understand
 Why God died


 The air begins to feel a little thin
 As we're waiting for the morning to begin
 But for now you told me to hold this jar
 And when I looked inside, I saw
 It held your heart


 For me to walk away with
 I began to understand
 Why God died