I run around on two legs that never listen to me
They reach the floor completely, but I can't feel them
They carry me throughout the country, no idea where to.
They don't go as I'd like them to; they don't remain standing always
White noise - it's such a long way
back to you.
The time runs like an express train by me
I stand on the traintrack and think nothing of it
Above me burns the sky and the ocean rages under me
I fly inside my head and encounter old dreams in there
White noise - it's such a long way
back to you
back to me
back to us.