Tekster: Tracktor Bowling. Tired.

I'm surrounded by features
I can't join the sounds up,
I've got tremble in my fingers,
I'm counting the days off
There's no more time,
I’ve got no time
For chasing my dreams,
To scream till the last sigh
Feral will is piercing my mind
Through helices - veins, my senses are blind
Now I am ready to fall and turn all down,
I’m dispelling, dispelling, dispelling...

I've got tremble in my breathing
Of touching the sorrow,
I can see my wounds bleeding
Though I am too hollow...
There's no more time,
I've got no time
For chasing my dreams,
To scream till the last sigh
Foolish fears, I'm closing my eyes,
I'm holding my tears, I won't give a cry
Now I am ready to fall and turn all down.
I'm tired I'm tired, so tired...

I close my eyes
To open up my mind.
Need no more lies,
I’ve got tired
I need no time to borrow,
I have some light to follow..

Throughout my flying,
My wings remind me
That i am saved here
Before i will
define my feelings
beyond what's real, I
must drive my fears out
Before I will
I will fall
asleep
I am to
believe
I will fall,
I'll leave ...time to fall

I close my eyes
To open up my mind.
Need no more lies,
I’ve got tired
I need no time to borrow,
I have some light to follow..