I was trying to catch the spirit of the wet. Will find a home way back. Stood up and lost and so the number vanished, just a word would change the track. Attempt to awake, leaving the outer place while drawing the future's line. The wander and gather, the birds of a feather, inside the opened mind.

Digging it up, second side so. Digging it up, second side so, gotcha. Digging it up, second side so. Digging the haze, why don't you see. Digging the haze of me.

The ride in the wind along the thoughts of the skin, with astonishing big black skirts. Crawling the shadows by complaining the light and the question pinches the nerves. Been stuck inside, came out from where I should hide without blisters in my brain. Hopefully gained, the witness saving the pain, by getting undone the bites.

Digging it up, second side so. Digging it up, second side so, gotcha. Digging it up, second side so. Digging the haze, why don't you see. Digging the haze of me.

Crossing the eyes, the halo's burning inside, remaining strong but still unseen. She's telling me so, she sees the colours of those, prefer the drawing of my genes.

Digging it up, second side so. Digging it up, second side so, gotcha. Digging it up, second side so. Digging the haze, no fantasy.