Slate - Lost Children

I feel myself sink into the slate

Cold hands are pulling me away

How can I tell if it’s still night

Or if it’s the day?

Is it the day?

Sinking down

To the underground below

Sinking down

Sinking down

To the underground below

Sinking down

Sinking down

To the underground below

You’re sinking down

Sinking down

To the underground below

A flash bulb burst,

Might have been,

The memory of your kiss.

(Sinking down)

Icy cold

My breath escapes

And curls as rising smoke

Can’t escape

All i’ve seen

Clear as

Behind museum glass

(Sinking down)

You’re sinking down

(Sinking down)

To the underground below