Текст песни Part III

The color of my face, it changes by day But when the cold comes through it washes away I wanna paint it so that it stays the same The blood inside me is a dark purple shade I feel it coming, don't know where it can stay My eyes go cloudy almost every day Wish I could speak, but I have nothing to say All I can show you is this piece of mine I waste my time in the morning and evening Caught in a feeling I waste my mind looking up at the ceiling It's just a feeling It's just a feeling It's just a feeling It's just a feeling You can spend the day in lots of other ways Spend the day doing them It's just a feeling It's just a feeling