The same mistakes keep stirring me up
Are you going to save face and fill my cup
Because oh I get the feeling
That you might hope to float me through the ceiling
I'm a wretched weight, come carry me again
Cut it up, hit the ground
Had enough of this hollow sound
Oh I hope to be the hole you fall into
Will you carry me through
Will you colour me pale blue
Cut it up, hit the ground
Had enough I'm slipping somewhere in the sounds
Carry me though
Colour me pale blue