A week gone
I'm already over it
Was caged for some time
I feel my bloodied waters swim
Rushing fast, somewhere close to
My head
Don't you see it?
Its sparks catch in the wind
Reaching out for
Someone else to pretend
Our bodies will catch fire and go
Down the chimney tops as
They softly blow
A day waits
For something I'll never know
It just takes control
Take a plane to Santiago
I've heard it's all the same
Yeah, I know it's all the same
In my head