Trail of Lights
Artificial Language
I'm daydreaming as I commute to my compensating trade
I'm replacing the roads with ice, so I can slip away from this dotted line
We’re drawn with precision between segments of our time line
Our great depression was caused by repressing needs
There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I'm losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Passerby please stay with me a little longer
Do my eyes still read like chapters unread?
Or am I approaching my epilogue; quickly, concluding my myth?
There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I'm losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I'm losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Passerby please stay with me a little longer