Drifting, i'm floating static in the wonder Not in, not out not here Drowning, i'm sinking slowly, going under I love the pull of the deep What do you do, when the (need dies away) Will the impulse return and find a new way (to catch fire and burn) The end is here, i'm thinkg enough is enough But i dare not go (all the way) So leave me here, let me float along in the wonder I love the pull of the deep What do you do, when the (need dies away) Will the impulse return and find a new way (to catch fire and burn) So happy to pretend that nothing will face me Nothing left in this wolrd will ever amaze me I'm on the list, noone will ever erase me I'll just stay floating here, tranquil and lazy Is this what you do, when the need dies away With no impulse returned, am i the one that pays the price and burns What do you do when the need dies away Where do you turn to avoid entropy To refuel and to burn