Something's fading off from my imagination
It's in my chest, rot in my bones
There's something about being alive in your grave
that makes me feel at home
My ? has questions, I have no answers
I might just held unfold
We can't explain that
I can't face this
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
We're finding ducks all in the wrong corners,
Therefor, eyes closed
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
We're finding ducks all in the wrong corners,
Therefor, eyes closed
yeah, over and over again
it's that terrible sand
We blame the seasons that makes us feel anxious
The one decided is we remain cold
There's not a medicine, it's not a mind set
I feel it can't be controlled -
What am I to you?
What am I to you?
We're finding ducks all in the wrong corners,
Therefor, eyes closed