Time is getting roughnLike a rusting watchnSee me powder upnI'm looking away from younnI feel I will dienSooner than I will flynNotice how I am tiednAnd this tree won't let me gonnI can feel the wakeup callingnIn the skynSailing downnnBut if there is no innocencenIt makes no sensenI protest it loudnnDishes, laundry,nMoney, time, honey,nRunning, hungry, thirsting lifennDripping, sipping,nRipping, pouring, how boring,nI adore you, but you don't whisper backnnI fufill my appetitenBut I'm still biting throughnI must be missing younnI seem to be familiarizingnMyself in a worldnWithout you