Texty: Violet Indiana. Little Echo.

Looking back safe in the future
I can see the love that I was used
To call my sanity
Is just slipping away

Lonely life that offers
Empty self destruction
And seduction tenderness
Overcame my way

Those days, have fallen behind me
Those days, start calling behind me

Everyday a desert would be
I could see the world
Caving in on me
Looking in to me

Disguising and guiding
Through blindness
And my own insecurity

Those days, have fallen behind me
Those days, start calling behind me