Innocence has no sense it invents
Another man unfolds
Well I’m standing next to myself the sink
Staring into the black hole
I panic at the quiet times
Decisions at the door
I panic at the quiet times
Fate leads me to much more
On the inside it hurts less
The outside seems so cold
I need to climb, I’ve got to find some tenderness
Before I get too old
The sun comes from behind and hurts my eyes
It dries my hair so nice
I watch the boiling sea meet the open sky
But my skin still feels like ice
I panic at the quiet times
Fate leads me to much more
On the inside it hurts less
The outside seems so cold
I panic at the quiet times
Fate leads me to much more
On the inside it hurts less
The outside seems so cold