It seems like these days i just keep sinking in

behind closed eyes and the softest sheets its so easy to disappear

the time between is shrinking but it doesnt feel like it

days blend and bend and twist togehter

and my words won't bring me home

you're always at my thoughts

always a shadpw in the distance

a million miles of an open field when my legs are growing still

there's no such thing as morning or a nightitme

its all just hours

wasted all alone

how do you go on?

and keep on moving swiftly

just one call

let me drink in all your life