Never felt at ease that much with the Minus touch, when you're wading in the rain
Stuck between the coldest place and a silent face
An underlying restlessness commits itself when you're trying to explain
You let the words out gently but they fall too hard, and they're doing it again

Time, taking all the things I leave
Trying hard to make me breath
Breaking all the things I need,
When you're waiting for the truth to change

I always find that life goes by so frictionless when your head is in the sand
Become a resident martyr on my island
I've lost my magic hat that makes my head think straight, but I'm trying to regain, a little piece of the man I lost and it's all because it is happening again

It never happens again,
When you're trying to be sane