Breaking the calm And wandering on The spoiled rumor Of healthy hands that steal Held in wages You see it come Ruthlessly rejoice The old and rotting The creaking part that feels So how can we feel As we used to? In straining just to feel as we should do Safety is the most unsettling Just waking up at night And feeling old Keeping comfortable And severing the other me in sight For giving up Man becomes a portrait of Becoming polite And ever kneeling So old and tired Believing you need it So how can we feel as we used? In straining just to feel as we should do I've been to better places I've seen another in you You've never known the sickness To bear the bursting bad news I've been to better places I've seen another in you You've never known the sickness To bear the bursting bad news Safety is the most unsettling Just waking up at night And feeling old Keeping comfortable And severing the other me in sight For giving up