I woke up halfway through the fall
In a body I don't recall
The mirror’s bent, the frame is thin
This must be the age I’m in
In a body I don't recall
The mirror’s bent, the frame is thin
This must be the age I’m in
Photographs won’t bring me back
Lightness is a skill I lack
Faces of names I used to know
Years go fast, days go slow
Lightness is a skill I lack
Faces of names I used to know
Years go fast, days go slow
Days go slow, days go slow
It used to stretch, horizon wide
Now it folds, dissolves and pulls inside
A year today, oh it feels precisely like
A lazy morning rushing into the night
Now it folds, dissolves and pulls inside
A year today, oh it feels precisely like
A lazy morning rushing into the night
I'm mortified
Almost afraid to be alive
Oh, I'm mortified
Almost afraid to be alive
Almost afraid to be alive
Oh, I'm mortified
Almost afraid to be alive
Oh, to be alive
Are these my hands
Are these my eyes
I'm failing
The test of time
Are these my eyes
I'm failing
The test of time
I'm mortified
I'm mortified
I'm mortified
I'm mortified
I'm mortified
I'm mortified
I'm mortified
Oh, I'm mortified
Almost afraid to be alive
Oh, I'm mortified
Almost afraid to be alive
Almost afraid to be alive
Oh, I'm mortified
Almost afraid to be alive
Oh, to be alive
Faces of names I used to know
Years go fast, days go slow
Years go fast, days go slow
