| I feel no pain
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| From your salt-mixed rain
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| If I grew a tree up to the sky
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| Feed it the words that would make it cry
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| A sad, sad song
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| You got me humming right along
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| To the words that the sun burned out
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| Shout them loud to make you proud
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| Soon I’ll find
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| My nerves untwined
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| Wrap me up in all of it
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| I can see your spirit or what’s left of it
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| Patience, all this patience
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| Tapping toes and always looking at the time
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| Strung out, always strung out
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| This time I think that I’ve really lost my mind
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| My heartbeat
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| Is always weakening me
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| I can’t find the strength within me
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| So if I go, don’t say I didn’t see it coming
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| Sad song
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| You got me humming right along
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| Never wanted a part of this
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| But you signed me up first on the list
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| And I’m scared but it can’t show
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| I’m a storm while you’re sleeping but you don’t know
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| Not a shake, not a stir in your god damn bones
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| There’s rain drops on your window
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| And I see nothing much
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| Lack of visual, lack of touch
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| Now smoke fills the air, serves as my crutch
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| And I never felt so fucked
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| Patience, all this patience
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| Tapping toes and always looking at the time
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| Strung out, always strung out
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| This time I think that I’ve really lost my mind
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| Patience, all this patience
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| Tapping toes and always looking at the time
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| Strung out, always strung out
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| This time I think that I’ve really lost my mind |