Besedila: Oblivion Dust. Blurred.

Hiding it all away
In such a blurry haze

It's getting blurred
While all the dust that is blown becomes a gentle flow
Getting blurred
You let the madness begin
You let the sadness back in for now
For now

It's getting blurred
Always too afraid even in your dreams of letting go
Too many others overwhelm
You can't recall
A sip of memory spills so easily
and we wipe it away with the flavourless taste
And now you don't belong

Too many emotions
Got you feeling down so
Hiding it all away
In such a blurry haze
Every available shine
I'm in an antique state of mind

Waiting... waiting...

Hiding it all away
In such a blurry haze
Every available shine
I'm in an antique state of mind

I think you're so alone
So alone