Clinging to a hope

Dust that makes me choke

A tiny piece of dirt

Happiness assured

Can't be too far

Can't be too hard

Traction having slipped

I think I've lost my grip

Mine but not for long

Mine, think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing ground

Think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing ground down

Falls down, hurts me

Much less, so good, so good

So perfect like

How could, how could

How could you try?

What for, what for?

What better life

Once more, once more

It all slips by me again, by me

Think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing ground

Think I'm losing pressure

Think I'm losing

Once more

Put it in a package of perfect like

Leave it in package of perfect size

Never opened up and it can't slip by

It all slips by