Paroles: Silverchair. Young Modern. Low.

Have you ever been lost floating on the ground?
Like a fading frost, you?ve fallen asleep
Next to your bed and you feel so low

Oh, they?ve stolen your pride
Stand up while your conscience sits aside
I?ve made up my mind half of the time
And I feel so low

Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low, I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind

If the object was clear, there wouldn?t be a point
Only godless fear by the end of July
I wonder will I still feel so low?

Oh, I am host to a guide
Moving in time and falling in line
I?ve made up my mind, the papers are signed
And I feel so low

Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low, I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind

Once a lover, never suffer
So far away from here
You?re feeling hollow
Head to toe so low

Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low, I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind

Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low, I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind