when My hands are needles
my fingers are feathers
piercing the air
well I'm tickling through the atmosphere (3x)

I'm pulling out the wires
I'm not your puppet
yo're not my master
and your thunder forces
to melt me
will I wake until it's over over over

though your gift
is so unreal(so unreal)
(but why these days are passin' by)
and your thrill
is so visible (so visible)
 [bad word] why these days [bad word] by)

I'm apart
that's right

Cause I've figured out what myself means to me
Just another transparent kind of you in me

to have and to hold on
I've always chased strength to go on
to move on to belong
your species are so [bad word] wrong

the evolution has stopped

and now the time has it's own way

but i am still apart

do you see me

to have and to hold on
to move and to belong

you're so gentle and kind
and any your advice
I could use to believe
I could use to believe
but why these days are passin' by
you're so gentle and kind
you're so gentle and kind