Из альбома: Returners
Rushing in and out, and in and out of my mind (I'm out of my mind)
We live and obey with Some Kind Of Hate
Dreading the time to come when we've got no time at all
I want to take the time to stop and think
About doing this, and what it might mean to be
When I close my eyes, there's nothing but darkness revealed
It's right there in front of me
Looking forward for a taste of things to come
I can't see familiar faces on anyone
Life is trying to pass me by,
But not this time I am not afraid
You're not getting older; you're just getting old
And your finish wears thin as your stories get told
Yet you've somehow impressed her; she's already sold
The one page in your book that's still shining in gold says,
"Wishing for the years to flash by
Has left me blind
I'm waiting for the few fleeting moments
Where the world makes sense to me"
I want to take the time to stop and think
About doing this, and what it might mean to be
When I close my eyes, there's nothing but darkness revealed
It's right there in front of me
Looking forward for a taste of things to come
I can't see familiar faces on anyone
Life is trying to pass me by,
But not this time I am not afraid
I am not afraid
My search continues for a taste of things to come
I can't see familiar faces on anyone
Life is trying it's best to pass by,
But not this time I am not afraid
(I am not afraid)