Rear View Testo

Deep in the swirling space where my body and the world collide
Focused only on how to find a volume knob and turn it down
Way, way down
As the stars recede from the moon when it’s full
Do I always with you all feel with you all alone
And in this kind of vacuum
Where I, passive, let them drive
This song always creeps inthen in
The rear view I catch you try
Try to catch my eye O, to worldly flipping
O, the sudden flood
O, to sealed seams ripping
O, the rush of blood
Where I find myself sipping at the consequent mud
Where I find myself tipping, where I find myself stuck
And in this kind of vacuum
Where I, passive, let them drive
This song always creeps in
Then in the rear view I catch you try
Try to catch my eye