Well I can't fight the feeling;
The sinking of the ceiling.
The pressure of the walls all closing in
And my heart beating so hard it's gonna burst out through the skin.
And for a moment
I am back out there surrounded by snakes
But you can keep me safe.
Well I can't find my feet in
The cotton of the evening.
The patterns of the past all coming back.
And I can't seem to seperate
The fiction from the fact.
And for a moment
I can see only the sharpest of shapes
But you can keep me safe.
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