Is there something wrong with me?
Missing pieces
Selfish dreams
You said my name
I walked on by
I'm far from here a thousand miles
Who we are is what we do
Ask the dust for answers
There is nothing left unsaid
All the mystery is gone and dead
Who we are is what we do
Ask the dust for answers
Your hand in mine
Unconscious all the time
Black turns to grey
I hope there is another way
Your hand in mine
Unconscious all the time
Black turns to grey
I hope there is another way
Just keep breathing
All we have to do is
Just keep breathing
Just keep breathing
All we have to do is
Just keep breathing