Tekstovi: Over It. Weightless.

Bent out of shape, we make our way straight
I would never take a chance on it
If it didn't paralyze me completely

Sure you think it's all fun, but games are all I've won in this life
I wouldn't give it all up if it meant, I'd never feel so weightless

Rebuilding the puzzle I've found, scattered all around

I invent myself with every breath
To take a step, I look ahead
And size up anything that makes me tremble

I can't tell if the shifting pattern exists
Before I make it, but does it matter?
You've got the time to find out for yourself