It´s informing claustrophobia
You´ve been waiting for the end of the line
Where all those big bad thoughts go
I don´t know where I slept last night
At least not insomnia

I won´t go to sleep for a while
You always ask me "What´s wrong with ya?"
Deep rest for the third kind
I must forget you
To the back of my mind
Not to drown in my sorrow
Because if it´s from the swamp then

Back it goes

I must have met you in another life
Or so it goes
If you think I´m letting you wade on through
All of the emotions I own
Then if it´s from the swamp
And back it goes
Well, if it´s from the swamp
And back it goes

Back it goes
Back it goes
Back it goes
Back it goes