A golden yellow, I feel sick; I turn a horrid color
I crawled through fog, it blinded me, thick asphyxiation
I know this place, I’ve been here before; I’ve clutched that bag of tricks
How could I ever forget this haze, unless I’ve been mistaken
I’ve had this stinging eye upon me; then, I felt you breathing
I crawled through fog and found you there;
I heard you singing