State of Low - Cajsa Siik

You make me insane You make me insane

Don't make obey don't make me obey

Confess emptymess and the rest that you left for me

Figure it out what you get is just what just see

I feel you

Hide from my mind

In this state of low

Now we're parted

Make up your mind

In this state of low

I can't reach

Take me with you when you go

Longing for you is a part of me

A touch underneath a touch underneath

Blisters they burst in the presence of a lie

Your pale see-through skin in the corner of my eye

I feel you

Hide from my mind

In this state of low

Now we're parted

Make up your mind

In this state of low

I can't reach

Take me with you when you go