Living ´cross the border from yourself Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here Emigrating seemed a grand idea But now you've landed so hard that you cannot see what's where In the race against yourself, the needle's picking up the steam When you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing And from it lighting up your path, it's gone to greasing up the beam for a fall Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream Built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn't heed Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more 30.000 days to smithereens The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen Blurry how this new state came to be Like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory In the race against yourself, the needle's picking up the steam When you discuss it with yourself, you always wind up disagreeing And from it lighting up your path, it's gone to greasing up the beam for a fall Now your memoirs, it seems, are smoothly ghosted by a scream Built from a feeling, to a whisper to the signs you didn't heed Left you bereft of energy, you cannot write, you cannot read them no more Living ´cross the border from yourself Went for a dive without air at the moment you moved here Emigrating seemed a grand idea But now you've landed so hard that you cannot see what's where 30.000 days to smithereens The wall came wrapped in a plan, cloaked in hope and a smokescreen Blurry how this new state came to be Like the transitional glimpse between a smell and a memory