| From crash to crash when I thought I was leaving
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| But it’s hard when every day keeps on repeating
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| Stuck in a still frame memory dancing with the desert heat
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| Turning time into a game of guessing all the helpful things I think you’d say
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| Days, weeks, months pass and I don’t move
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| Back and forth but never through
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| «It's an ordinary pain, it’ll all be alright soon»
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| It’s nothing new
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| Sometimes things just go
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| Through the air and upside down
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| Find no relief back on the ground
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| Out of control, can’t turn around
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| And there’s no hope to be found
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| Hard to relate when time won’t do the healing
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| And even harder when you can’t name what you’re feeling
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| Pleading like a prophet in the street with ghosts that only I can see
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| Burning through the desert days
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| Throwing punches to keep everyone away
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| Months turn into years, I haven’t moved
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| Back and forth, still never through
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| It’s only ordinary pain until it’s happening to you
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| Then everyday it’s new
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| Everyday it’s
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| Sun up through sun down
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| Through the air and upside down
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| Find no relief back on the ground
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| Lost all control, can’t turn around
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| And I’d give everything that I have for a few minutes back |