Trip

Still finding salt in the wound You don't make it easy Chase the light out the room On the coast of bleeding Put your hands on the wheel We'll spill into the night time, hazing Saying it don't make it real You have to feel it to convince me baby The emptiness, the space inside your chest is open wide It's like a pair of hands reaching Your mind's a blur and silence fills the room And diving headfirst into fumes Can feel like you're breathing Like you're real Are you real? Are you real? Arе you breathing? Are you breathing? And if I cut you in two Would you bleed? Would you- Shift your wеight to the side And the pressure keeps moving And you feel more alive With every second you're losing Place your hands on the wheel We're spilling into the night time lately Saying it don't make it real You have to feel it to convince me baby The emptiness the space inside your chest is open wide It's like a pair of hands reaching Your mind's a blur and silence fills the room And diving headfirst into fumes Can feel like you're breathing Are you real? Are you real? Are you real? Are you breathing? And if I cut you in two Would you bleed?