Coma Divine lyrics

[Instrumental]

At the age of sixteen

I grew out of hope

I regarded the cosmos
Through a circle of rope

So I threw out my plans

Ran on to the wheel

And emptied my head

Of all childish ideals

The sleep of no feeling

I married the first girl

Who wasn't a man

And smiled as the spiders

Ran all over my hands

Made a good living

By dying it's true

As the world in my TV

Leaked onto my shoes

We lost the skyline

We stepped right off the map

Drifted in to blank space

And let the clocks relapse

We laughed the rain down

Slow burn on the lawn

Ghosts across the lawn

Swallowed up the storm

Sometimes I feel like a fist

Sometimes I am the colour of air

Sometimes it's only afterwards

I find that I'm not there

In the dream dusk

We walked beside the lake