Wake up, head rush
Cold hands, cold touch
Sober again
All fast, all slow
All indigo
Over again
So I
Try and keep moving in straight lines
But I'm pushed, pulled til I can't find
Any trace of who I really was before
I wanna be free from this
Or do I?
Or do I?
Do I?
Stand still, hot touch
Hot blood, hot blush
Burning red
All fast, all slow
All indigo
Inside my head
So I
Try and keep writing the same lines
And I'm still chasing the same highs
No trace of what it is I'm fighting for
So I
Go slow into the unknown
I'll hold on to the echo
Any trace of what it is I'm living for
I wanna be free from this
Or do I?
Or do I?
Do I?
I wanna believe in this
But do I?
But do I?
Do I?
No, no, no
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know
I wanna be free from this
But do I?
Or do I?
Do I?
I wanna believe in this
But do I?
Or do I?
Or do I?
