There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move, but I can�t hear what you�re saying.
When I was a child, I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I�ve got that feeling once again.
I can�t explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.