You reach out to pat my back

But twist the knife instead

I can't touch your private world 

Or illusions of your mind



Season of unearthly need

Reading further down 

Time is lost and you're the same 

You're acting without thought now 



Who will you run to 

When heaven falls 



Here we stand now back to back

We're choking just to speak

I can't touch your private world 

Or illusions of your mind now 



Losing grip of fading thought 

What difference did it make 

Loosing touch of what you had 

When time left you behind