I try to remember what it's like to dream with my own eyes (with my own eyes) Because I keep forgetting what is right; can't tell truth from lies
(sunset from rise) If I could learn to act patiently then I would see that my view of time is selfishly based around me I should run away, but I
Can't; chasing dreams that are slowing down for me I should turn around, but I can't It's within my reach; runaway With rising valleys and sinking
Peaks, nothing in between (that I can see) It seems my pride is on repeat; oh how they need me (it's not me they need)