I feel that I'm losing you

I'm already losing you, man

No one is listening at all

At all

The sniper can't take his shot

The situation's way too hot

And he's too fucking lonely to care

To care

Some of them dream, but most just cannot

'Cause no one can sleep in a room this damn hot

The fear is so basic you shake in your cell

And just as the the Sun peeks out, well, the fog comes rolling in

Everything's smothered and everything's wet

Can't even believe it hasn't started stopping yet

The fog keeps rolling in

Night sky, looks sweet on the face of it

And someday we'll sleep on it

Too late, can't seem to ride the train of it

We've lost that loosened thread

Don't get excited, don't even try it

Other shoe's loudest when everything's quiet

Patient and mellow, all on the "D"-low

Place is erupting the second you let go

Night sky, looks sweet on the face of it

And someday we'll sleep on it

Too late, can't seem to ride the train of it

We've lost that loosened thread