Don't look so afraid. Your eyes turning blue. A layer of ice over me and you. You're stuck in a trance, blacked our from the dance Of going in circles around the view. You and I, now it's a crime. I've go the knife You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine. A cavernous sight run deep down the flume. Over again but it's feeling new. False hope in a boom, a cost we consume. Never again not to speak the truth. You and I, now it's a crime. I've go the knife You and I, toeing the line, here in the grapevine. I've given up my spine, friend of mine. I've got time.