i can feel it comin' in the air tonight
Sometimes, I feel like I’m withering away.
But then I look in the mirror and see every faulty line on my body as proof that I’m still here physically.
Mentally, I can’t be too far from my own outstretched hand.
Maybe I’ll go find myself and we’ll walk hand in hand, a sickening embodiment soiling a transparent dream.
Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
-Phil Collins