I keep hanging round the corners,
all the corners of your head,
but it’s so hard to see what is inside there,
I guess I’ll linger on instead

Every time the door swings open, 
there are chances to escape,
while your phone doesn't stop ringing 
in one or another hidden place

	IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME,
	LONG DAYS WITHOUT CHANGE
	OR TO CALL THINGS BY THEIR NAMES
	LIKE THE DAY BEFORE THE CRASH

	YOUR MIND IS HARD TO TRACK, IT'S HARD TO TRACK YOUR MIND
	YOUR MIND IS HARD TO TRACK, SO HARD TO TRACK YOUR MIND

If I'd have another fill-up, 
my head would surely burst
but sitting here and waiting, 
doesn't stop that nasty thirst

	IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME,
	LONG DAYS WITHOUT CHANGE
	OR TO CALL THINGS BY THEIR NAMES
	LIKE THE DAY BEFORE THE CRASH