Tekstovi: Figure Four. Carried Away.

Some odd days I get carried away
And I'm dreaming, I don't know what to think
What can I say? I think it's everything
Just building up, up to the point of no return
What has become of me?

It took the life from me
It took the life right out of me
I'd make ways to avoid
because I've seen it before

It's on me, now take the life from me
Some odd days I get carried away

It took the life from me
It took the life right out of me
I'd make ways to avoid
Because I've seen it before
It's on me, take life from me