Lately the days 
Feel more like spirits to chase 
My nights are full of strangers 
And even stranger ends 
My love, there comes a time in everything 
When these silent grips become ingrained 
As the grooves assembled on your skin 
The machine of will 
That shakes me constantly 
Makes the silence behind me 
Snarl like a swarm of bees 
My love, the heart is strange and dissonant 
I know I should be happier now 
Than I've ever been 
But stillness weighs heavy and cold on my skin 
Darling, you've got to shake this 
Shape you've been drifting in 
Oh I used to think that this rage was living 
But that movement feigns a lull so deceiving 
When nothing has changed in your life 
My love, there comes a time in everything 
When these silent grips become ingrained