So it goes a piece of me
I left for you to find
Decay away, receded to feed
It's not so bad, it's not so bad

Down here in day's sweet daze
Where all that I need is not what I need
Down here you're not my enemy
Then what would I be? Then what could I make?

Ashamed to find that all I was
Is not so much, is not so much
While away in all I made
I can't give back, I won't give back

Down here in day's sweet daze
Where all that I need is not what I need
Down here you're not my enemy
Then what would I be? Then what could I make?
Could I make?

All my friends and all my fears
And I'm afraid they're all the same
And all my scars get torn away
Get torn away, get torn

Down here in day's sweet daze
Where all that I need is not what I need
Down here you're not my enemy
Then what would I be? Then what could I make?

Could I make?
Could I make?
Could I make?