I'm half the way to become dust
And I cry with the same eyes
which saw you smile to me

But frankly you just don't give a damn anymore
You've already got what you came for
No matter what you do
Stretched on the green grass of my hopes

And I miss the days of our becoming
Just to prove I can

Screeeaaaam
And break your concentration
Screeeaaaam
Until it starts to make sense