Face down in the middle
Of a hardwood bedroom floor
Searching for some sign of life
And my head keeps spinning
Through lathe and plaster eyes
Like a cold war satellite
This wind keeps blowing
I try to bide my time
But if this wind keeps blowing
I'm gonna lose my f*cking mind
Remission
Now I'm stuck in the middle
Of a cure and a pack of lies
What if no one's really right?
Why am I losing sleep?
Why is it I can't drink?
Is this is just a normal life?
This wind keeps blowing
I try to bide my time
But if this wind keeps blowing
I'm gonna lose my f*cking mind
Remission
Promise me I won't be left behind