You reach out to pat my back

But twist the knife instead

I can't touch your private world

Or illusions of your mind



Season of unearthly need

Reading further down

Time is lost and you're the same

You're acting without thought now



Who will you run to

When heaven falls



Here we stand now back to back

We're choking just to speak

I can't touch your private world

Or illusions of your mind now



Losing grip of fading thought

What difference did it make

Loosing touch of what you had

When time left you behind