| I'm laying around | |
| My head on the ground | |
| I feel | |
| That they're sinking in | |
| They're walking around | |
| I'm looking for ground | |
| I feel | |
| That they're listening | |
| There's something here | |
| And my head feels heavy | |
| There's something here | |
| And my head feels heavy | |
| There's nothing to say | |
| Should keep them away | |
| I feel | |
| That nothing's real | |
| I'm turning around | |
| To touch the ground | |
| I feel | |
| That nothing's real | |
| There's something here | |
| And my head feels heavy | |
| There's something here | |
| And my head feels heavy | |
| I'm laying around | |
| My head on the ground | |
| I feel | |
| That they're sinking in | |
| I'm walking around | |
| I'm looking for ground | |
| I feel | |
| That they're listening | |
| There's something here | |
| And my head feels heavy | |
| There's something here | |
| And my head feels heavy |