When I'm all strung out,
the weight of the world is fading
into somewhere inbetween.
When I'm all strung out,
the band plays on while the singer disappears.
When I'm all strung out,
I'm sleeping, breathing, waiting
for a brand new day to come.
Now I'm all strung out,
an hour glass that's just run out of sand.
And some time counts no hours,
will you be here when the lights reappear?
As the time counts no hours all I do is breathe.
And some time counts no hours,
will you be here when the lights reappear?
As the time counts no hours all I do is breathe.
Now all I do is breathe.
Now I'm all strung out,
just leave me here and let me come undone.

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