Red-tinted windows make way For a yellow mist takes shape Clogging up the pipes it's let free This glass box is my sanctuary Sitting alone in the tomb As the aroma fills the room Sitting alone in the tomb As the aroma fills the room Unkempt dissonance fills the space Fingers lactate beads of sweat as we embrace I don't know where I'm moving to again Minds collide as we near the end Sitting alone in the tomb As the aroma fills the room Sitting alone in the tomb As the aroma fills the room Sitting alone in the tomb As the aroma fills the room