Mourning Sickness - Hail the Sun

Do you ever get the feeling

That you’re floating

Do you ever get the sense that your body is gone

Awake, out of focus

Unnerved

Unnerved

This place might not be the same one that I know so well

Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time

Out of sync and violently aware that something’s off

Technically there’s a chance I might be in a dream

Repeating scenes again

Witnessing grieving friends

Mother’s caring eyes, they carry pain I’ve never seen, so hysterically

«He's still here.

He’s still here.»

Where?

«He's still here.

He’s still here.»

I’m a floating skeptic, who are they burying

Curious perspective, don’t know when to lose

Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster.

Driving faster!

I taste the pavement on my tongue.

Punctured lung

Laughing off the warning just because

Faltered breathing.

I’m not leaving

Awake, out of focus.

Unnerved

This place might not be the same one that I know so well…

Out of sync with time again, feels so real this time

Out of sync and violently aware that somethings off

They’ve seen enough, They’ve seen enough

Carry on, Carry on

Brother, why won’t you answer?

You seem to suffer like I’m gone…

No!

Is that my cadaver?

This can’t be over!

Take me home

No!

Don’t you put me under, just hold me closer

To me, I’m not gone

I’m not breathing

I’m not leaving

I’m a floating skeptic, watching them bury me

Curious perspective, know when to lose

Like that time we met disaster covered up in sheets of plaster.

Driving faster!

I taste the pavement on my tongue.

Just because

«He's still here…»