To find true north
We climb the hill
Whiskey neat
Or mother's milk
Bite my lip
Or kiss it healed
We have no choice but to feel
Sandpaper & silk
Sandpaper & silk
Sandpaper & silk
Honey coats
The bitter pill
Wear a mask
To hide the ill
Pay the bounty
For what you steal
When no one knows, is it even real?
Sandpaper & silk
Sandpaper & silk
Sandpaper & silk
You only sense
When standing still
The way time slips
Against our will
Half full or empty
Glasses spill
Pain is how we learn to feel
Sandpaper & silk
Sandpaper & silk
Sandpaper & silk
Sandpaper & silk