Revivals - Thrice Lyrics

Staring at colors standing still
Missing the point, whatever it is

And I don't know why
You're still the knife
On my worn out skin
Should I be starting a riot
To let you in?

Out of touch
Out of reach
Hoping I'll feel it again

I wanna die under the bluest of skies
Never wondering why
This life is a huge waste of time

Tear myself apart
Again and again you've let me down
Leave me out of breath
You make it easy to believe that I am

Out of touch
Out of reach
Hoping I'll feel it again

Out of sight
Out of mind
Wishing that you'd understand