Far from any home

High above the ground

Detached and torn and o' so alone

No hope to be found

All that a man can have

Is lying in a small bed

Life as a whole has got him enslaved

As the numbers on the screen turn red

You will be o.k.

You will be o.k.

You will be o.k…

I want to dry the sea because I am dry

I want to flood the world with my tears

I want to suck all the air from the atmosphere

I want this to disappear

I want to scream from the top of my lungs

I want to cast all the pain from the pier 

I want all of my parts to come back home

I want this to disappear

I want this to disappear

Farther than any home

Higher above the ground

The moon is near but there are no stars

And hope is not to be sound

All that this man can have   

Is lying in a small bed

He takes his blanket and makes him a grave

As the numbers on the screen turn red

You will be o.k.

You will be o.k.

You will be o.k…

I want to walk out-side and not run in a race  

I want some control on my fears

I want my body and soul to be in one place

I want this to disappear

I want to ride on the wind instead look for a wall

I want the sweet sound again in my ears

I want to come and not to be called

I want this to disappear

I want this to disappear

All that a man can have

Is lying in a small bed

Far from any home

We will be o.k.

We will be o.k…