Boiling kettles make me nervous

Looks like something clouds up my time

I know we don't need such fear to believe

And don't trust those claims to hold on 

Burning candles make me nervous

Looks like something consumes my time

Can we make clear what time is stealing?

But it won't seal your will to HOLD ON


And we're burning our skins to shine

Burning our skins to shine

And make it so hard to get through these days


Shaking rattles make me nervous

It amplifies that strange buzz in my head

That we run ‘til we're too tired to believe

That we don't need no fear to hold on

And we're burning our skins…


Save my weird luck

It's a gorgeous spiral we're entering

We're entering...