There's something about the low thrum of a base note

That has me tangled in daydreams of desperate heroism

Chasing an unknown enemy through the darkness

Ignoring the chill of rain pouring down my spine

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There's something about the dead silence of a winter morning

That has my heart retched in daydreams of love stories

Sobbing for an unknown missing lover, my bedside empty

Knowing these calls are meaningless, a desperate plea for no one

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There's something about the warmth of bath water

That has my head lost in daydreams of 'What If'

Fearing for an unknown worry, my mind desperate

To ignore the chill of someone else's meaningless calls

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There's something about driving in the rain at night alone

That has me numb, an unfeeling creature with floating limbs

The sounds of the world are heard to me underwater

The sounds don't really matter then