Sometimes I wash away
Everything that was before
With the shine of porclein waves
Under the surface, I can calm the war
I remind myself to breathe
Shimmering fragments at the seams
Left to wonder
I'm still searching
Hold my breath and count to 10
Can this really be the end of every
Moment that keeps haunting my head
Left here broken with a dream
Constant cycles that are hiding
Behind my eyes with the pieces that you left me
Is this some kind of trick?
Another martyr dressed in white
Each one saying something bittersweet
Inside their dirty smiles
And here they come again
I think the time has come my friend
What are they hiding
Will someone tell me?!
Hold my breath and count to 10
Can this really be the end of every
Moment that keeps haunting my head
Left here broken with a dream
Constant cycles that are hiding
Behind my eyes with the pieces that you left me
Hold my breath and count to 10
Can this really be the end?
I think the time has come my friend