The echo's loud but the walls are tight You're on constant repeat, I still hear you shout I can't remember what it's all about I'm doing better in the light There's no chance to get back to sleep I'll be waiting up all night To catch the very first of light I'm doing better in the light I'm doing better in the light I'm doing better in the light I'm losing all control I'm losing everything that's worth to hold I gave up youth and time Distracted by my restless mind But I don't mind to lose it all If I still win you If I still win you If I still win you You say it's just a slip and it'll go away And be far gone (when) wide awake But I'd rather fly into this storm Than (to be) stuck in static on my own