Don't put me in your pocket, I can't breathe in thereI can only sacrifice slowly forgettingBut I feel homeless going for you, my life ahead looks deadThere's your cold dark silence and I'm nothing in itI won't go into the darkness, I won't followOh, I tried to touch your blindness, now I'm leavingBut I feel homeless going for you, my life ahead looks deadThere's your cold dark silence and I'm nothing in itScratching, crawling, falling, creepingI'll cover you with my other berry leavesI'll drag you into another waveBut I won't call you grey cloud manScratching, crawling, falling, creepingScratching, crawling, falling, creeping
