Deep inside the folds of a carefully constructed tomb,
Dreams of turned back time in the safety of a second room.

Retreat to isolation,
Build up the walls and lick the wounds,
This fear to fail, fear to feel, comes a bullet numb and alone.

There was one, there was one.

This quiet,
Reaching out,
Disquiet,
And pulling back again,
This quiet,
Reaching out,
Disquiet,
And pulling back again.

Turn the sharp edge inward to the pain behind the self-defence,
He is me, and I can't breathe,
I want to leave and then I want again.

But from some quiet stillness come these waves that shake my world apart,
This fear to fail, fear to feel,
My walls come down, exposing me to the sun.

And there was none, there was none.

This quiet,
Reaching out,
Disquiet,
And pulling back again,
This quiet,
Reaching out,
Disquiet,
And pulling back again.

Reaching out and pulling back again,
If the sun shines on me and I get burned, can I return if it hurts'
If the sun shines on me and I get burned, can I return if it hurts'
Will the sun burn'
Will the sun burn'
Will the sun burn'
Will the sun burn'

Burn.

This quiet,
Reaching out,
Disquiet,
And pulling back again,
This quiet,
Reaching out,
Disquiet,
And pulling back again.

Will the sun burn'