Don't look so afraid.
Your eyes turning blue.
A layer of ice over me and you.
You're stuck in a trance, blacked our from the dance
Of going in circles around the view
You and I, now it's a crime. I've go the knife
You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine.

A cavernous sight run deep down the flume.
Over again but it's feeling new.
False hope in a boom, a cost we consume.
Never again not to speak the truth.

You and I, now it's a crime. I've go the knife
You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine
I've given up my spine, friend of mine.
I've got time.