Preoccupations

You feel something strange, but maybe this is nothing
You feel something strange, but maybe that’s just

The faded face of my anxiety
The danger you seek in your authority
Under the pain of those who don’t see
Under the light of those who don’t see

Do you think that emotion is over
Do you think the danger is over
Do you think the feeling is over
And you’re a sinking stone

You should stay for the celebration of the farewell
You feel something strange, but maybe that’s just

The faded face of my anxiety
The danger you seek in your authority
Under the pain of those who don’t see
Under the light of those who don’t see

Do you think that emotion is over
Do you think the danger is over
Do you think the feeling is over
And you’re a sinking stone

So they ask me how I feel
I’m as defenseless as I can
So they ask me how I feel
I’m as defenseless as I can
I’m as defenseless as I can
I’m as defenseless as I can

So they ask me how I feel
I’m as defenseless as I can
I’m as defenseless as I can

Do you think that emotion is over
Do you think the danger is over
Do you think the feeling is over
And you’re a sinking stone