It seems like I sail to changing winds
But I always come round the bend...

Chasing moonlight
Holding back this sunrise...

You left the door open
As you walked out into the rain...

I'm punished by daylight
And sleep in my eyes...

The air
It seems so heavy...

What I stood there and showed the sky
Was the blood on my hands...

I'm wasting
This illusion of time...

My lights have burned dry
And the CD has been skipping for hours...

Suffering a lose of a void
Suffering a lose of a time...

Slipping in and out
Of melancholy...

I lost touch
With reality...

My ability to comprehend
Is a bit disproportioned to what I say...