Can I continue to melt This sadness weight put on me that surrounds The hands of others in their stage Where they grow And we could be inside them Learn how their insides work And we could grow ourselves until we're like them
The lights are dimming And I am fainting The brightness doesn't go away does it? The sounds are crashing And I am fading But my eyes they are still on you, they have always
Then who decides on designs? And where the sacred mountain path ends Would you be able to explain yourself to your friends? Who can you be alone with? And does it matter once you're dead? Would you be able to explain yourself to yourself?
The lights are dimming And I am fainting The brightness doesn't go away does it? The sounds are crashing And I am fading But my eyes they are still on you, they have always