Acetate
She's barely breathing
I'm wading through puddles on the floor
We're all moving backwards
Even dead men float
Another call for actors
This time it's all she wrote
Take away these thoughts
Take away the fog
My head is swimming
Can't get myself back through the door
How'd we get so empty?
Who took it out of you?
Everyday repeated
There's nothing left to do
Take away these thoughts
Take away the fog
Acetate
Take away my dreams
Take my everything
I want you to take it away