Is there something stuck in your eye?
empty friend you wished would float away
and it changed the way you see,
the way you look through me
is there something mixed with your blood?
something pharmical and fast
expecting anything to disappear
when you've given up the good
You've already lost the plot
you better turn back around
when there's nothing to lose
you know it's gotta come crashing down
can the air outside of these windows be that cold?
don't obsess, you need to trust your bones
which your goggles fastened tight as they can go
you step outside try to face the light
you lost, it doesn't matter if it takes all night
can the air outside of these windows be that cold?
don't obsess, you need to trust your bones
you've been enough for a good fight
don't obsess, you need to trust your bones