Tekster: The Cloud Room. Devoured In Peace.

Hold on, don't go, do those awful things, in your head
' cause it's not you
I know your body cracked exactly how you had planned
but it's not you, tell me it's not you

You looked like a stranger, the only advice I could give was c'mon c'mon c'mon and live!

We keep reliving that Monday or Tuesday, I can't recall
but it's not you

I know you'd shut off Imagine 'cause you could hear John breathing
how do I shut off my skin and the walls and the hills and the trees where you still breathe