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