Is this the way that I go out?

Is this the way that you'll remember?

Taken to a floating world that's in the distance

I no longer know what my body's for…

When do I give in?

All I want is to surrender.

Unravel bits of me that stick to dirty carpet.

In this floating world,

Does anything endure inside ourselves?

Ourselves, oh, ourselves

We walk away from all these different versions of ourselves

Ourselves, oh, ourselves

We walk away from all these different versions of ourselves