Time flows, time burns
Dirty-clean missing-in place
Rolling down the hills
Stopping at stops
When I hear it without screaming
Without holding onto more
In between the night and day
I'm tying the knots
Burned from the inside
Cannot be told, cannot be said
In the bottom of the well
Plays an old song
Burned from the inside
No cure for it, cannot be found
From secrecy and from shadow
Walks with a hidden scar
These are the cards I'm holding
My head that I see in the mirror
From a man in my other head
So be it, I'm moving on