Among the daze, the dizzy passing days
Dry up, the roots that withered far away
Before, the peak, of losing you in haze
Divert, the eyes, and go our separate ways

Be sure, it ends, the crazy state you’re in
Be sure, it ends, there’s nothing left to win
Around it goes, the [bad word] along
Around it goes, so stop before you’re gone

Among the daze, the dizzy passing days
Dry up, the roots that withered far away
It cease to fail, no matter what you do
It cease to fail, there’s nothing left to lose

Winds blowing softer as it meets the sky
Gently, it passes us by

If my heart stops beating and you are left to cry
Know that it wasn’t my intent to die
On and on this sound that keeps on ticking and ticking and finally drops down cold
Even with your touch this pain I can’t seem to ease
Just this time could you listen to my pleas
Scars of tears you shed will never leave my memory