I'm thinking of you again As you were some papers on the floor And I'm losing myself in a guess I'm shutting down my windows and my phone Making of every signal a sound Now, everything was going afterwards I was losing myself within you I said "what did you ever feel To ride alone? When did you miss our calling When it stopped beating?" Again... Falling down the higher of the roofs Making of every slither a song Now, everything was going afterwards And it slipped with the sound of this Turn off the page what else I said That you haven't missed? Taking you out of the rest I said "what did you ever feel To ride alone? When did you miss our calling When it stopped beating?" ♪ Lost in the rhythm The dust in this town is you