White knuckles answer the phone
Cold questions the words are controlled
Plan accordingly and you'll understand
When it comes to you reversing your hand
You will take the clearest path until it turns onto your past
Come closer the panic returns
Soft answers the faces are blurred
Cut a piece of me and keep it inside
Say it quietly and tell them to hide
You will take the clearest path until it turns onto your past
Let's walk to the sun