What could I say now?
What could I say?
Lying in my bed of poppies
You feel so far away
You feel so far away

I wonder why the train stopped here
This is not my home
The air's so fucking cold out there
You better close that window
You better close that window

Open ends and loosened ties
Count the questions in your life
Slow infection grows inside
Eyes are open mind is fried
Eyes are open mind is fried

Time is a rising tide
We'll be underwater soon
Time is a rising tide
We'll be underwater soon