Sheets

[00:12.495]	He walks in the room
[00:15.453]	Air reaches me
[00:18.591]	Skin becomes sheets covering me
[00:33.662]	Fog carves a crack
[00:36.471]	Cuts open wounds
[00:39.310]	Veins made of steel feed all this cold
[01:46.006]	Your words are heavy
[02:40.685]	But they lack so much substance
[02:48.621]	To fall is the cure for vertigo