Would you turn into blood To float in my veins and to fill my heart To cover my lips and to drip into the drain? Still our confidence remains the same Oh, we're sinking like stones And wait at the bottom line Oh, we're falling like leaves Under a steel sky Oh, we taste like cold air There's something we should share Tasting milk on my tongue melting slowly I know that I belong among the unholy Some pictures to paste At least there's no accounting for dreams Oh, we're sinking like stones And wait at the bottom line Oh, we're falling like leaves Under a steel sky Oh, we taste like cold air There's something we should share Stuck in our wheelchair We try to make our way downstairs Stuck in our wheelchair We try to make our way downstairs Oh, we're sinking like stones And wait at the bottom line Oh, we're falling like leaves Under a steel sky Oh, we taste like cold air There's something we should share