You know it makes no difference
Whether we talk or not
And it`s much harder going in there sometimes
And jumping down from the top.

But if you talk to me,
I will listen to you
With my eyes, my ears, my heart

Till we both reach a state of grace
I will pull you out of the model secrets
Till we both [bad word] the coast is clear
Information goes to yourself
This information breeding danger
Breeding danger

You know it makes no difference
If you remember times that i forgot
Sometimes we meet nostalgia
But there`s a need for not

Taking consciousness for granted
I need to hear your good self
So don`t expect me to give into it
I don`t want to go back down
My senses worth not one

Till we both reach a state of grace
I will pull you out of the model secrets
Till we both [bad word] the coast is clear
Information gets to yourself
This information breeding danger
Breeding danger