Contained in my cotton crip
When I feel no turbulence
The ocean sleeps upon a shelf and it feeds my apathy
But i can feel it in the night
Like rain upon my skin inside a winter
But you began to splinter

If I decide to recognize my thorns

'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day and fading away in the night

I feel the sun before it's light
And it fades away into the night
I was afraid, I feed myself
I clive the shelf and kill the shame
But I can feel it in the night
Collect the rocks and throw them over bodys
To shake the muddy waters

And clear myself from hiding every thorn

'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day and fading away

And we grow, before we go over the window
You're just a fool for him

'Cause every time I see your face in a cloud I feel no violence
So tilt the water 'til it turns me around
To my own asylum
Dry in the day and fading away...
Dry in the day and fading away...
Dry in the day and fading away in the night

Lyrics transcribed by Kristoffer Vural