Quiet Passenger Pt. 1 - ZAO

Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin

Asleep with blank, wide eyes

Sweating through cold, grey, clay skin

Asleep with blank, wide eyes

And at night I fear my own way to lose it

And if you think that I’m alone you’ll never prove it

Numbness fades into pins and needles, depression and irrational fears

And at night I fear my own way to lose it

And if you think that I’m alone you’ll never prove it

And at night I fear my own way to lose it

And if you think that I’m alone you’ll never prove it