Из альбома: Pleasure Is Our Enemy
Running through a maze, how I waste away my days,
but the clock spins too fast to find a better way.
So I live inside my head, and I never hear an end
and I wonder why I keep running
when no one seems to win.
Makes me alone...
How easily I'm thrown
Blue and whites are everywhere, will thet make me from here
and me heart beats too fast for the voices at my ears.
Wonder why things are the way that they seem to be today
and I feel so detached from the words that I say.
Makes me alone...
How easily I'm thrown
as it comes it slips away.
Now I'm lost once more today.