Drifting, i'm floating static in the wonder
Not in, not out not here.
Drowning, i'm sinking slowly, going under
I love the pull of the deep
What do you do, when the (need dies away)
Will the impulse return and find a new way
(to catch fire and burn)
The end is here, i'm thinkg enough is enough
But i dare not go (all the way)
So leave me here, let me float along in the wonder
I love the pull of the deep
What do you do, when the (need dies away)
Will the impulse return and find a new way
(to catch fire and burn)
So happy to pretend that nothing will face me
Nothing left in this wolrd will ever amaze me
I'm on the list, noone will ever erase me
I'll just stay floating here, tranquil and lazy
Is this what you do, when the need dies away
With no impulse returned, am i the one that pays the price and burns
What do you do when the need dies away
Where do you turn to avoid entropy
To refuel and to burn