Album: Controlling Crowds, Part IV
I feel strange
Covered in waves of confusion
And people not looking inside
All the stars all seem to collapse
Over the sea of my thoughts
And the net comes creeping
Over the calm and I'm caught
And all is lost in a storm
Of something sinister
As I leave to go away
The lazy sun burns a hole
And I remember those dying words you said
The feeling of losing everything
And all is lost in a storm
Of something sinister
Slow tides and falling grace
Reflections cold in this space
I am floored and can't return
This winter's white, its silence burns