| Air filled with sand lashing in my face | |
| I can't see you fifteen feet away | |
| I can hear you somewhere in the distance | |
| I have lost you | |
| The air is filled with sand | |
| Eroding my skin I can smell you in the air I'm breathing | |
| I can feel you everytime I'm falling | |
| I can taste you | |
| You're the sand I'm eating | |
| I can't kill you | |
| The air is filled with sand | |
| Eroding my skin | |
| All trees cast their leaves when you're around | |
| All colors grow pale, all tones lose their sound | |
| Air filled with sand | |
| It's eroding my skin | |
| All wheels stop turning | |
| Now take the night-bus and begin all over again | |
| Some things fade faster than you would believe | |
| Some memories sway your thoughts for a while | |
| Yet some might be etched into your skull so deeply they'll never grow pale | |
| Sliding deeper and deeper into disaster | |
| Don't want you to see the state I'm in | |
| Where do I end, where do you begin? | |
| Air filled with sand | |
| It's eroding my skin | |
| All wheels stop turning | |
| Now take the night-bus and begin all over again | |
| Sliding deeper and deeper into disaster | |
| I'm on the speed-ramp going faster and faster... | |
| Lets stay in bed today | |
| The sun ain't shining anyway | |
| Completely knocked out, unable to move | |
| Dwelling in daydreams, I'm closer | |
| I'm closer to you | |
| I enwrap myself in black sheets | |
| To match the sky | |
| I no longer want to see | |
| The bitterness in your eyes | |
| You start killing the flies | |
| You start killing the flies | |
| This is the imperative of devotion: | |
| A command to consistent actions | |
| To defend our most heartfelt convictions | |
| Against attempts of self-protection | |
| To cut them down to size of reason | |
| What we feel is true | |
| I can't abandon you | |
| I lost something forever in you | |
| It all breeds only pain though I can't discard it | |
| Can't rid of myself of you without betraying my heart |