| Time slows and fills me with feeling |
| A blood moon that the sun is concealing |
| And each night, when my thoughts are congealing |
| It’s here again |
| So here I stand with my head in hand |
| Trying to heal my sunburnt soul |
| A sword and shield on the battlefield |
| Trying to take back some control |
| 'Cause I can’t see through this |
| Black hole |
| Storms swell in a tide of emotion |
| A typhoon rising up from the ocean |
| The day kneels in its ceaseless devotion |
| It’s here again |
| So here I stand with my head in hand |
| Trying to heal my sunburnt soul |
| A sword and shield on the battlefield |
| Trying to take back some control |
| 'Cause I can’t see through this |
| Wave after wave before me to strike me down |
| Bound for the grave without much to keep me 'round |
| Hold back these tears or else I will drown in them |
| And reach out a broken hand for help and I’ll start again |
| Yeah |
| So here I stand with my head in hand |
| Trying to heal my sunburnt soul |
| A sword and shield on the battlefield |
| Trying to take back some control |
| 'Cause I can’t see through this, someone help me |
| Oh, trying to heal my sunburnt soul |
| A sword and shield on the battlefield |
| Trying to take back some control |
| 'Cause I can’t see through this |
| Black hole |