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.