You trace your fingers across all the lines

When the numbers are getting too high

You push it down when it’s feeling like new

So no-one can talk to you

Hold your breath while you’re passing the time

Drown yourself in leaving the signs

You take a minute to speak up the truth

Keeps getting harder to move

Put it together

You need your own space

Blacken the weather and leave your old friends

Pushing the mirror and forget your own face

You’ll be a zero once again

Moving dots on motorways driving

Dark light with resentment it’s thriving

You touch the meaning to open your eyes

Before it all fades and dies

Hearing voices in emptiest rooms

Whispering forgotten truths

Nothing to show in the morning blue

Always wondering how to reach through

Put it together

You need your own space

Blacken the weather and leave your old friends

Pushing the mirror and forget your own face

You’ll be a zero once again