| Here she can be still, rest her eyes
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| The same way shes done a thousand times
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| She can lose herself to her head
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| And count the sheep, count to ten
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| She knows how restless she can be
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| About the creaking floors
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| That chime all night relentlessly
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| Reminding her the day is done
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| The knots and loops we tie at night
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| To free ourselves at morning light
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| I never want to wait again
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| Terminal, I’m at a loss
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| I never want to wait again
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| Not a second, not to pause
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| Our best attempt to guard against
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| Slowly creeping pass of time
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| Now a fleeting delusion of mine
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| But I tried
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| To slow it all to a glacial pace
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| To numb it all, stay comatose
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| To slow it all to a glacial pace
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| But I tried, but I tried
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| You’re a fool if you honestly think
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| You have say in what you believe
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| You’re set in stone
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| You’re skin and bones
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| And you’re all you’ll ever be
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| All you’ll ever be
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| As we wake up different people each day
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| I still can’t figure out what has changed
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| You said «you were wrong to look for that in me»
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| «you asked of me something that I could never be»
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| And the bitterness, it pools and drowns out my thoughts
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| When I’m aching for a second, just to pause
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| When every spark of inspiration is second best
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| You wrote to me «life is still beautiful nonetheless» |