i can't seem to touch on anything of meaning
i can't seem to touch on the meaning of anything at all
and the skies opened
i wished the ground would too
and swallow me whole
the sickness rising
there's no disguising
it's all too frightening
oh take me home
to the warmth, where i can sit in comfort
further from the taunts of the reminders of my failings
and the skies opened
i wished the ground would too
and swallow me whole
the sickness rising
there's no disguising
it's all too frightening
oh take me home
free-wheeling down a hill
but now i've reached the bottom
