In Haze - Iceage

Come aid your wounded limbs

I know that you’re hurt

Don’t hide your bleeding hands

You know it is overt

One barrier to hold you back

Is that not the truth

Acknowledge and move on

This is for speed and youth

Her eyes

Her face

Appears

In haze

I’m a beaten heart

Over fields I chase

A war goes on

Over the losts grace

What might have held us back

Is now a dead soul

It is a barren shell

Who’s writhing in its hole

All the leaves are brown

And the sky is gray

A war goes on

Over the losts grace