No more asking
Hold on, crashing
Into my own head
Faster than I said
Hold on son
Keep on holding on

Mother, mother, think about me
It's not too late, time is passing
I am troubled; but a child
Meaningless thoughts stick around

It's not too late
It's not too late

Maybe it's too late now
I haven't seen your face in a while
Haven't been home for some time
It's too late now

Crash
Crash
Crash
Crash
Crash
Crash
Crash