It comes in portions, potions for the tired brain.
I dig my hands in the current, trying to maintain.
PreCH: And … I fix myself another drink
to avoid the pictures behind my eyes
when I blink. I live in disguise
CH: I only live to acquire another vice.
And all the sad songs are lullabies
(And all ) the memories are morning cries.
And it was never part of the plan
to be more far away than a plane
drifting to an unknown land.