Feel (Studio)

Now where do we go from here?
I think it’s near this time
But this road is sick — down on a lost hope this time
The water was cold, liquid pain twisting through my veins
I laugh, I drown
And filter out the hysterical sound
If it’s how you feel — I won’t tell a soul
If it’s how you feel then life is running wild and free
I won’t tell a soul
Alone again for what you owed me
To wake in a show-reel
Tonight I’m lost and caged in space — the longing before the low
Last time the idea was sold — the world — organic soul, the initial freakshow
And if you don’t like that much, I’m sorry I’m here
And we’re decaying
Losing ground fast
Reaching out again to your heartless face
You fucking pointless man
Give it a little time and a little space
Reaching out again to your heartless face