The languid, this rock is the water it touches

The surface to crack and turn round

No idle reflections to mute my perfection

But shrink and go all the way down (Shrink and go all the way down)

Here's what I see, what came down is too easy

Reflections to crumble or turn round

Here's what I need, but be proud, it's too early

For nothing to work out, somehow

Tied down to the easels to lean against greater times

One where the theories are there (One where the theories are there)

No eager commitment to place the indifferent

Shoot all the feelings that came (Shoot all the feelings that came)

Here's what I see, what came down is too easy

Reflections to crumble or turn round

Here's what I need, but be proud, it's too early

For nothing to work out, somehow

Here's what I see, what came down is too easy

(But I am no breadwinner, ooh, ooh)

Reflections to crumble or turn round

(I have no hands leading me somewhere)

Here's what I need, but be proud, it's too early

(Confront my daily lie, ooh, ooh)

For nothing to work out, somehow

(It's grown from frail to delirium)

I am no breadwinner, ooh, ooh

I have no hands leading me somewhere

Confront my daily lie, ooh, ooh

It's grown from frail to delirium