Need time to process what I see, seven days surrounding me. Behind a sheet of gold I breathe, but no one hears me. Shaking hands with the stars until my knuckles break, every star I see a saint, there’s only so much soul these eyes can take. It’s so strange to feel so free, but it’s the silence that’s killing me. All I am is all I see, but it’s the silence that’s killing me. Give me some oxegen. Now I finally have felt this, can I freewheel and subsist? No-one’s thought but my own. And all the baggage that I have left behind me, all the words that meant something to me. Is that what I want, now I’m finally alone? It’s so strange to feel so free, but it’s the silence that’s killing me. All I am is all I see, but it’s the silence that’s killing me. Give me some oxegen. And I could be wrong, but I can hardly breath. So fill these lungs with love, because this is where I want to be.