It's pressure, the pleasures measure   The pressure is overbearing   Is it me myself that's caring   For every double-minded joy      And I admit that when I submit to you   I feel so unreal when I'm still   When I'm waiting for you to reveal   And from myself, I seem so far away      And I admit that when I submit to you   I can see all of the selfish things I do      I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you   I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you      I was wasted, embraced it but faced it   With you inside my heart you replaced it   Can't believe you have erased it   Selfishness and foolish pride      And I admit that when I submit to you   I can see all of the selfish things I do      I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you   I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you      I'm further from my future, I'm further from the past   I'm further from the starting line   I'm further from the last, I'm further from my doubts   I'm further from my fears   Further from temptation that I faced throughout my years      Further from agitation, further from distraction   The reaction of the dissatisfaction of others actions   I'm further from myself, I'm further from my flesh   I'm further from my birth and I'm further from my death      I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you   I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you      I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you   I'm further, further from myself   When I'm next to you, when I run to you