Quiet Passenger Pt. 1
Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin
Asleep with blank, wide eyes
Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin
Asleep with blank, wide eyes
And at night I fear my own way to lose it
And if you think that I'm alone you'll never prove it
Numbness fades into pins and needles, depression and irrational fears
And at night I fear my own way to lose it
And if you think that I'm alone you'll never prove it
And at night I fear my own way to lose it
And if you think that I'm alone you'll never prove it