Из альбома: The Priddle Concern
Evaporating days that last
So well into the late nights past
Confusing things that have to ask
The time of day to call to task
Seconds pass that stretch so long
So many ways to make things wrong
Taken fast and placed upon
The line to stay
The wait to be gone from this world
I knew at once
I shouldn't bother going on
But here's the plan
It seams are barely showing at all
Sorting trains of thoughts so stacked
Shooting scense so hard to act
Replacing all false with that
The yellow lines we all react to are gone
I wish them well
I hope they never blow away
I should be glad
But I feel so much lower today
So much slower today (x6)