Sitting in the pale with the bugs behind my back 
 Sitting in the pale with the bugs behind my back 
 Walking on the same clouds that’s my flight 
 Walking through the dark tunnel that’s my light 
 Shutting down all the machines that’s my sight 
 Swallowing all the bones that’s my nightmare 
 It’s coming to us two 
 It’s washing us up 
 You’re falling in that hole 
 That we can catch you low 
 That we can catch you low 
 That we can catch you low