All these steps in no direction
Movements that don't make any sense
A hidden halo of perception
A glimpse of how life could be brighter
Your legs get spinning endlessly
Your mind is climbing up to feel
Everytime it's getting closer
Everytime it's getting free memory
Everytime it's getting shorter
Everytime it's getting free
Left in haze with jerky motions
While your glass slightly brims over
A certain feeling of rejection
A beg for love a prayer for brightness
Everytime it's getting closer
Everytime it's getting free memory
You can have a fallow soul
You can have your spirit down
You can have a crumpled skin
You can have a fog inside
You can have a fallow soul
You can have your spirit down