Further Away IQ (EN)

Time takes my time
I, here to myself, hold the silence in
Torn from my hand
So heavy now you're a world away
Though they rage
These little lies
I've grown so cold
And will I see you
When I turn around?

Here I'll remain
Bound, ever bound, I am left to drown
In this space
I raise myself
And move somehow
To rearrange the brittle bones of you

Now it's done
And I resolve to make no sound
So they're come
Are they the ones
Who'll take me down?
Don't you cry precious tears for me

Passion killers and stocking fillers abound
When someone takes a dive
Surface breakers and undertakers surround
All but the fairest faces alive