By the second I outgrow
the real here & now a little more,
I am handling a fragile freight
not aware of its true value.
If ever I should get lost
I’ll know ten hands to reach for mine,
'cause we have seen more good in life
than i could capture in a song.
And I often tend to wonder
where other people might belong -
I often tend to wonder
where other people might belong.
We’ve become night owls,
searching for sparks of life in sleeping streets,
pushing on down towards
the last missing piece of our endeavour.
Hydrophobic to the clean slate
in a place that only feels like home.
Gone before the morning dawns -
run like a common thread through a handful of chances.
We lost our sense of time,
these eyes won't long for rest.
This always feels
like the moment when music sets in a silent room
and by chance they put on your favourite tune.
Still my thoughts are wandering,
I can't sit straight,
I can't stand still,
reinventing motion sickness.
And what haunts me, is what I feel, when I'm alone!
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