Lanson Place, KL

Is there something wrong with me?  Missing pieces  Selfish dreams You said my name  I walked on by I'm far from here a thousand miles Who we are is what we do  Ask the dust for answers  There is nothing left unsaid All the mystery is gone and dead  Who we are is what we do Ask the dust for answers  Your hand in mine  Unconscious all the time Black turns to grey  I hope there is another way Your hand in mine  Unconscious all the time Black turns to grey I hope there is another way Just keep breathing All we have to do is  Just keep breathing Just keep breathing All we have to do is  Just keep breathing