The sky is a starry sea
I'm anchored in atmosphere
I'm teaching myself to breathe
Without any need for air
Now I wonder
Will anything be left for you?
You're going under
The mirrors that you look into
You're lost in your atrophy
And I in my gripping fear
What's right and what has to be
Seem in permanent conflict here
Now I wonder
Will anything be left for you?
You're going under
The mirrors that you look into
Torn asunder
The moment that you drop your guard
The crack of thunder
And the weather front that blocks the stars
Dreaming of nine to fives
And living a different life
Where you never have to try
And all will be well in time
Now I wonder
Will anything be left for you?
You're going under
The mirrors that you look into
Torn asunder
The moment that you drop your guard
The crack of thunder
And the weather front that blocks the stars