He's sitting in the bathroom,
he's sitting in the black,
objects get clearer one after another.
First come the clearest for his melted mind...

He can't think of a sane explanation,
it's just that those years have been so heavy.
This lack of attention leeds to destruction.
Confusion.

I'm getting lost again,
sitting in the heart of my pain.
This confusion makes me feel insane,
could I ever trash my brain.

A moth is hopping on the bulb that shines
above the pale green sink.
Wandering, hesitating, probably dying.

He can't think of a sane explanation,
it's just that those years have been so heavy.
Lacks of attention leed to destruction.
Confusion.

Confusion's always near and I can't go through
My thoughts are such a mess and I don't know what to do
What shall I say to make my life get clear
What shall I do to please you my dear

I'm getting lost again confusion
Oh no
Won't you relieve my pain
Oh Lord