Shooting blanks off the canvas
Happens water in a cold stance
I feel fine
Yet I'm restless of a different kind
Am I low?
Am I low and away?
And I low?
Am I low and away?
Seconds tick
My pulse is quick
This soul is yearning to ROAM
And I get the feeling that You're healing my bones
And I get the feeling that You're healing my soul
Walking in this city
Am I walking alone?
Are You with me?
Can You hear me?
Am I walking alone?
I'm like the wick of a candle
Or falling quartz off a mantle
I see fine-flamed reflections
I thought the clock had died
Oh why?
Am I low?
Am I low?
Am I low and away?
Seconds tick
My pulse is quick
This soul is yearning to ROAM
Where've you been
Innocence?
The flash and the color looking outside in
This window is finishing the pictures
In my head
The currents and the silence
The beating of my heart
The grip of the violence
Is keeping us apart
And there's
There's writing on the walls
Like graffiti on my heart