| Save the feeling from slipping | |
| Torn to pieces I'm scattered | |
| Make your dreams worth gripping | |
| When I wake I'm dripping | |
| I couldn't even pay for you | |
| I couldn't even stay for you | |
| Fourteen weeks I shiver | |
| Cold and undelivered | |
| Save the feeling from slipping | |
| Torn to pieces I'm slipping | |
| I couldn't even pay for you | |
| I couldn't even stay for you | |
| Reaching the front, stretching my arms | |
| Feeling the blood rush now its done | |
| Drowning at sea, blinded by sun | |
| Seeking the low with everyone | |
| Waiting for you, waiting for you | |
| To sit down and tell me how I've done | |
| Waiting for you, waiting for you | |
| Accepting the mold that I've become |