When you're lost in a terrible lie,
See how they snare out your doubts.
What tune is this yellow sky.
New gardens grow easily
And I'm sure you're scared
You will die without ever learning to live
And there's no mistake in my lies – imprudent then,
Not to burn as I'm stealing looks with my eyes
And I go to sleep a mess
And I'm making loops with my mind
And I go to sleep a mess