Disassociated patterns Giving nothing away I blame all the talk Tell me what are all those minds Rubbing pointless to do Crawling eyes stripping scrape For something worth us to see It can't cover up the panic of the thought That there's not anything Oh so am I So let it go Oh so am I So let it go Oh so am I So let it go Oh so am I So let it go Not unaware but once there All we want is to sleep I laugh when I try There's something cold even closer And it's eighty degrees Lay down on the tracks Of the meanings b-line I can't feel it cut Want crushed, want love Somewhere in its design Oh so am I So let it go Oh so am I So let it go Oh so am I So let it go Oh so am I So let it go