Under the tissue
You never knew it at all
In all of it’s versions
It rises and falls
It counts for all saying
You wish you be weighing
But now it’s on your own
You never gonna sit right if you don’t
Seconds roll off
Before you can grow up
And when it closes down
It’s
Hollow
Minutes go by
Before you close those eyes
And everyone breaks down
Twice
It’s turning you hollow
You just gotta let it go
Under it all fades away
Under it all fades away
It’s a syndrome of never knowing what’s right
It’s a final drum to the end of the page
When the forms pack the square
And the fog hits the air
It’s never the same
It’s turning you hollow
You just gotta let it go