[Verse 1]
Feels, nothing
Seems like, nothing
What it feels like
What it feels like
Can't touch the image
Can't touch the image
[Verse 2]
Wanting, nothing
Holding, nothing
What it feels like
What it feels like
Can't touch the image
God speaks the image
[Bridge]
Huh!
[Instrumental]
[Interlude]
"Heard you snapped out at Miguel. [Some calling sorry?] You dragged his face into the [?], that miserable [mind?] of yours, [?]"
"I'd buy it."
"Well, not so much for being friends."
Cut!
[Verse 3]
Feels, nothing
Seems like, nothing
What it feels like
What it feels like
Can't touch the image
Can't touch the image