It's so strange, insane
To face the music, to get it all on tape
Stare me in the face
Misshapen, out of place
I've been unsure before
Silly person lying on the floor

Wrapping up these wounds
Out of touch, out of tune

Greasy wheel, moving downhill
Amber, darling, this is my attempt to reconcile

Good Lord, I'm bored
What are we moving, journeying toward'
Am I chasing you down'
Or am I following you now'
Under these ice trees
I'm begging safety, save me please

I feel compressed
Against your breast

Run for cover before you ...