Cloud of flies

I want to change your mind,
I want to pull you out,
'Cause baby you're a fire,
You're gonna burn me down,

I can't tell if I am moving for the ground is under me,
We go on and on and on and on but there's no progress to see

We are a cloud of flies,
Before the bodies down,
Along a window sill,
You want to turn around,
But you can't

I can't tell if I am moving for the ground is under me,
We go on and on and on and on but there's no progress to see,
But I'm dreaming, of the day,
Where I only see the parts of you that you keep hidden away

I saw I guy on my way to the grave,
Holding his heart as the skin there gave way,
He tried and he tried just to push it back in,
Thinking of everything that he won't see again,
My wife, my kids, my house, my car
My dog, my friends, that girl, at that bar,
Oh god! Oh god! I want to go back,
I should have held onto the time that I had