What’s it like to jump that far?
Can you breathe the air?
Do moments go by slowly there?
Thinking back to where?
Yeaaaaaaa...
Missing won’t be hard this time,
The time is passes slow
How can it be so black for you?
How could it be so pure?
...
Running helps when your’re out of breath,
When the bleeding stops
there’s left
Fucked up me, with no place to be
and plenty of monsters to chase me
to chase me...