cold
laughing like a moron in a can
a chill runs down my spine
am i the joke or the comedian
i´m running out of time
lips that tasted tears
left a trail of peas
still
nothing has changed
nothing´s new
and there´s nothing you can do
when despair takes control
when you´re feeling two feet tall
fear
realizing it´s become a curse
it´s driving me insane
as paranoid as stalin at his worst
with no one left to blame
trembling like a leaf
sinking like a stone
finding no relief
nothing has changed...
so will you help me out
catch me if i fall
will you erase some doubt
i´ve been feeling two feet tall
a kiss
lips that tasted tears
left a sense of waste
apathy appears
nothing has changed
nothing´s new
but the fear of losing you
there´s no cure
no loophole
when you´re feeling two feet tall