I don't want to live through a window of denial
A shadow in division an image
That was hidden with time
Lies hidden with time
And I don't live here
Static draws every path
That's left behind
They're lined up, by the window
Disapproving of my every action
I don't know what's calling to me
A false sense of harmony
A fall with every movement
Spun out after a kick
And I don't know what to do
Static draws every path that's left behind me