the distance between two thoughts... time's shortest measure or paper airplanes on the platform... a message in a bottle but the pilot light is out again i hear my own voice whispering i just can't stop this blistering i hear my own voice whispering oh no we must learn to bleed again ive already said oh no we must learn to breathe again strangers on the elevator no one is talking one way glass we venerate and nobody's listening i feel the future coming near i hear my own voice whispering oh no i just can't shake this sense of fear i hear my own voice whispering oh no because the gas is filling the room