Float by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck [bad word] through my veins, with the vates set, with the vates set

See the lines, see the lines
I start feeling
When I'm lost, when I'm lost
There's no meaning
Call it this, call it this
Spinning sideways and never stops

Lines in the sky calling me out, calling me out
Constant collide, calling me out, calling me out

Float by open windows, what a shipwreck, what a shipwreck
Glass flies all around me, now my veins let, now my veins let

Call to the trees- ''there are ways no one sees''
I never hear it the same way twice
Because it's in the way they move, you see
The trees, they want us to hear them