We gather medicine for heartache So we can act a fool It´s incomplete without you The silver soul is running through It´s a vision, complete illusion, yeahhh
The needle along the spinning wheel Collecting silver coil It gathers heat without you, Whether or not you´re turned from it It´s a quick turn To let it figure out
It is happening again It is happening again It is happening again It is happening again
The bodies lying in the sand, They´re moving in the dark It is so quick to let us, We feel it move through our skin It´s a sickness, a manic weakness, yeahhh