Making sense of nothing much
Making sense of worth
Trace it all back to the start
Let’s go back to birth

There’s no footage anywhere
Words are all they give
I know I'm a lucky one
Got nothing to forgive

But I find comfort
In nothing else but you
I don’t mean to
Put this all on you

Hell flame under Sun and Moon
Lifeless little shell
There’s no space inside the womb
It’s ok to yell

I find comfort
In nothing else but you
I don’t mean to
Put this all on you

I’ll try to find
Something else to do
It’s not fair to
Put this all on you