Comin Around - Faithless

Both physical and sensory

My entity

Indivisible from nature’s whole treasure

This Identity

Vast, beyond measure

I share with the oceans, dark matter, and you

Mirrors, smoky mirrors

Gears remind

Vacant, so much room inside

in such a hurry, no where to stop

No where to stop

In such a hurry

No where to stop

In such a hurry

No where to stop

All our plans

We wake up chasing the wind

Catch our shadows and losing our heads

But if all you want is out

I’m coming around on myself

It’s been years and I could use the help

To carry us back to that place

But if all you want is out

I’m coming around

Mirrors, smoky mirrors,

It’s hard to face myself

Hard to face myself

Vacant, so much room inside

It’s hard to stop myself

Hard to deal with myself

All our lives

We wake up chasing the wind

Catch our shadows and losing our heads

But if all you want is out

I’m coming around on myself

It’s been years and I could use the help

Show me where’s the window to the stairs

But if all you want is out

I’m coming around