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Holding back, feeling my moral fiber sink into the deeper end Pouring sugar down the drain, I stand to face the acts Nightlife friends wondering have I missed my chance I shake the second guess Smoking, doing my own thing I let the moment pass I let the moment pass I can't figure it out Is it smoke or steam? Facing where we are And everywhere, we are nowhere near We are wounded and open Wondering will we heal Or if nothing else, feel wrapped up in ourselves while we are here Signals fill my room with static ringing glass It spreads an emptiness I am awake around their trap Burning life for paper Balancing the act I see the shape of things I see the patches in the grass and all the falling limbs And all the falling limbs Letras de cancionesI can't figure it out Is it smoke or steam? Facing where we are And everywhere, we are nowhere near We are wounded and open Wondering will we heal Or if nothing else, feel wrapped up in ourselves while we are here From Letras Mania