I’m gripped by a strange anaesthesia of drive Just waiting for chaos to drip ether alive Each hallway here hides doors to shifting doubt While I stand on the floors, unsure of my route [break] [Chorus] There’s oxygen here, but I’m not breathing Why would I, in this state I’m in? Tomorrow questions yesterday If today has any meaning I just want the world stop the spin [break] Desire tastes like cracked oil paint, dry and old In shades of violet, like breath bleeding in the cold Each step I take leaves a mark I can’t erase And the stairs lead nowhere — still I chase [Chorus] There’s oxygen here, but I’m not breathing Why would I, in this state I’m in? Tomorrow questions yesterday If today is worth believing I just want the world stop the spin [interlude] [Bridge] If a dream sends a spark — let it wake me But not with shouts, just silence between people Each day is a verse left half-written on the wall And I’m just a footnote in someone else’s scrawl [Chorus] And tomorrow keeps on asking yesterday If my blood’s already been shaken, in a spin Will I rise when the night turns to day, Or fade like a shadow, lost deep within? [ending]
