Sonar

If I could see it coming down I’d have no reason for tomorrow

A piece of it is a piece of me, now I have no reason, only sorrow

In my discerning eye

I want to, I try

I lose this mind of mine

I never deny

I fear the growing cold, oh just go away, this game is getting old

I taste this salty eye

I lose this mind of mine

I never deny

In my observant eye

I want to satisfy

I lose this mind of mine

I never deny