living at different places
evading into various spaces
my compass has broken; I’m losing the way
an ongoing madness has led me astray
My past breathes down my neck
and it seems now that all I can do is
go back to beginnings when all lay ahead
a fading illusion now plagues me instead
in me there’s still a place that fulfils me
a sanctity here that I call home and run to when winter descends
if I try can I find solid ground
I follow elusive paths
oh it seems they’ve been written in stone
and the door to a new life is closing so fast
burning the bridges will not bring me back
in me there’s still a place that fulfils me
a sanctity here that I call home and run to
when winter descends,
if I try can I find solid ground
I know that in me there still a place that fulfils me
a sanctity here, that I call home and run to
when winter descends
If I try can I find solid ground
Or am I just wasting time?