if you didn t know all the moments when i lose myself i would tell the world i m catching flies by now speaking to someone breaking the windows this house is dead the sound of falling when the pictures are moving between the memories the sound of falling when the pictures are moving dead in time brave try the meaning of loss i know your smile is deadly at this point wherever you are i am not if you didn t know all the moments when i lose myself i would tell the world i guess i should know the limits of the world there are moments i find myself not breathing at all