A serpent feeling when you walk and the snow remembers Every step a trail of thought and introspection I cant sleep today Got feelings but I don’t know how hard they are to trace A lucid dream a quarry of thoughts for my taking Simple sounds that make up noise a static prison I don’t know the name for feeling this deranged I got to make the right impression This is the moment of our lives I’m going to store it in my mind Bottle your echo for a keepsake Drink voice numb the heartache And our bodies will never be found Were more beautiful on our own And this is our lifestyle A tempered reason a vanished thought a rescue mission I quicken pace so as not to distort the initial vision How hard it is to learn the meanings and the words