From the bottom to the top
From the water to the drop
No I wasn't permanent
I was made for this end
From the comedown to the climb
Through a window then the vine
No I wasn't afraid of it
There was never anything to be empty of
Are you sick, or are you well
Are we in heaven, or is this hell
No I wasn't permanent
I was made for this end
My shins then my shoulders
My sleepwalker focus
Cold creeping current
Dark creak, dark creak
Are you sick, or are you well
Are we in heaven, or is this hell
No I wasn't permanent
I was made for this end, dark creak