

You pull,
I don't follow
Your light,
it's so hollow
You pull,
I don't follow
Your light,
it's so hollow
I'm numb to the feeling
You're chasing the ceiling
I'm floating above it
Your touch can't disturb it
I watch you unfold now With your hands on the cold ground
You're beautiful, restless But I'm weightless and breathless You're reaching through the
silence But I'm deaf to your violence
You're glowing beneath me
But you cannot reach me
I'm high in the distance
I'm made of resistance
I see you down there now Reaching up through the atmosphere
You're desperate and radiant But I'm cold and unclear You're trying to
pull me But I'm already far from here
I'm numb to the feeling You're chasing the ceiling I'm floating
above it
Your touch can't disturb it I'm numb to the
feeling You're chasing the ceiling