If I will have an airborne death
I really hope to be alone
In a vacant toilet room
So I can see
Myself and my groan
And wasn't this your whole life goal
To be alone in your four walls
So what do you expect
To feel your body at least
Or just to feel anything at all
Yesterday I had a thought
My brain is not my mind
And my mind is not my heart
Yesterday I had a thought
My brain is not my mind
And my mind is not my heart
Just open eyes ... at night
This conversation is a mess
It's more like shaking hands in the rain
Than taking a picture of us
And putting it into a frame
This conversation is a mess
It's more like shaking hands in the rain
Than taking a picture of us
And putting it into a frame
