Treading in the dark
Liquid rising
No horizon
I don't know where the half of me went that was you
The tinted glasses my prescription for the future

The only tender's what's left within
Shapes and forms devoid of meaning
An aura of pain that radiates
A beacon to say that I'm insane

A rough hand extends
So I fall again
So I fall again

I search the cavalry of suitors
Mirrors of new futures for my face
But I can't recognize if who I see is me or you
Which chink in my armour manipulates this shifting view

Cause I can't trust the sound of how a sound mind should be
Each pitch has a certain appeal to me
Colours from the prism of possibility
The light that emits from every human being

A rough hand extends
So I fall again
So I fall again
So I fall again
So I fall again