Bangly clutching at my pantomimes,
It doesn't feel the same anymore,
No more touch to reveal too much,
It doesn't lie in my brain anymore,
No more touch to reveal too much,
Reaching for the dust, crawling the hemisphere,
You won't give me the touch that you took from me,
It doesn't feel the same anymore,
No more touch to reveal too much,
It doesn't run in my brain anymore,
No one tries to reveal too
Feeling fingers alone on a
Saturday, such a lonesome shame
Feeling clutching at my phantom limbs,
Doesn't feel the same anymore,
No more tests to reveal, too much,
Doesn't lie to my brain anymore,
too much, no, it's the same