when you take what you're given
when you start of from loosing ground
now the surface is bending, my mind turns grey its sad
any shots are forgiven when you gamble with space and time
now the bottles are emptied my mind turns grey
and if you feel like I fill, so ashamed
bold decision I'm sure you are
cold transition I'm sure you are
a helping hand
show me you would never let me down
I went down in the moonlight
took a swim in the ocean I thought
then it started to taunt me and sold my parachute
when you take what you're given
everyone's got a loosing point
the excess is a roadkill my mind turns grey
and if you feel like I feel, so ashamed