Sitting in the pale with the bugs behind my back
Sitting in the pale with the bugs behind my back
Walking on the same clouds that’s my flight
Walking through the dark tunnel that’s my light
Shutting down all the machines that’s my sight
Swallowing all the bones that’s my nightmare
It’s coming to us two
It’s washing us up
You’re falling in that hole
That we can catch you low
That we can catch you low
That we can catch you low