Do you think my missing parts are drifting down a river
To the vacant sea
Do you think my sticky parts are clinging around my liver
Like a recurring dream
Every one tries to get it out for freedom
Every one tries to get away from freedom
The sky falls and holds me softly
The blurred lines lead me gently
So I lose all my weight
Oh my weight
Do you think my missing parts are
Do you think my sticky parts are
