One, two, three, four.I can't hold on to these memories in case I let go again.And I don't care for reality.It's better to pretend.And so you cling on to me like a leaf to a winter tree.Hanging for your life, hopelessly.Search, relieve.Search, relieve.My head is full of languages I cannot comprehend.Whatever they mean, it's a means to an end.And I'm packed full of ideas that I cannot convey.I don't believe in heaven.All I seem to do is pray.And so you cling on to me like a snow on a winter's eve.But I can't take disaster underneath.And I don't know who I am without you there to hold my hand.Someone come and show me how to be.Search, relieve.Search, relieve.Search, relieve.Search, relieve.Search, relieve.Search, relieve.Search, relieve.