Quicksand

How low does it feel right?
Haunting colours, drifting over and gone
How low does it feel right?
Can’t breathe, to feel
Wrap them around your throat
Broken voices, closer than ever
How lower this time?
Distant spirits, screaming just to exist

Can’t breathe, can’t breathe, can’t

So do we feel alone this time?
The black sun is up for a while, tell me now
So how is it like the other side?
Lost in floods of thoughts, all alone
We’re growing under common skies
As we are forming connections
So can’t we stay together now?
Our papеr planes are on fire
Wе’re back to the start

Sinking into quicksand
The world is crying, I ain’t got hope anymore
Is anyone out there?
Hands down, lights out
Let the children map the way, for a brighter future
The sky is resting on our hands, all our past feeling neutral