Block the world. Hear the water rushing in the stream.
Between the words the silence gets overwhelming.
Block the static or the static will get you.
It is louder then ever before.
This is my escape. This is the place that I go
when the silence is all around.
Down on my face I am trying to concentrate on a memory.
Up all night again. Keep telling myself it's safe
in that hiding place which might just be blown away.
No fear for the side effects if the vision's loud and clear.
Hey now. Hold on. The static is gone.
This is my escape. This is the place that I go
when the silence is all around.
Down on my face I am trying to concentrate on a memory.
Back in that place there is a lot I could find
but I'm afraid of a breakdown.
Is this what it takes for once to feel whole?
Give up! Hey punk!
This is my escape. This is the place that I go
when the silence is all around.
Down on my face I am trying to concentrate on a memory.
This is my escape. This is what holds me together.
This is what it takes to once feel whole.
To feel whole
So long
My escape
So cold
So long
So long