Lyrics
These trails keep growing over
I always find my old steps
I never let them get too deep
I keep having thoughts I can't do anything with
Impressions on the page beneath
But when my eyes look outward, two glasses undercover
Oh, what relief to see, to breathe
You've got a soft addiction, I take them any way they come
I don't think anybody keeps in perfect tune
When the tension passes, when I've collected myself
From pieces scattered on the web
I hope I'm all intact, I can never be sure
I only know when it's too late
When friends become my judges, their eyes like burning comets
My world depending on a blink
These little moments I scale up, and up and up
These are the moments I give teeth
It's hard to catch up with them
When I just disappear from time, unstuck and out of patience, just give me yours