Sunday Special

i am falling
and im grabbing at the seconds
i feel nothing
as my mind is sent into a certain
floating of wondering
just what will catch me

i find this obscurity and its backed by rationality
but it dont come free for any form of learning
and now im losing

nothing quite like ostrisizing a friend
to bring your group together
go and sacrifice to the gods of the night life
and yet the clocks keep running over
all the moments that i tried to save and recreate
any effort in her logic
it seems to wait ?
any honesty in her waking stream of thinking
cause the clocks keep ticking


theres more than just anger and rebelion pushing this pen
and words i resolve well ive been trying
ill meet you then
oh but the clocks been lying
god damn i lost my timing
it feels like theyre all giving up
and that says something yeah

nothing quite like ostrisizing a friend
to bring your group together
go and sacrifice to the gods of the night life
and yet the clocks keep running over
all the moments that i tried to save and recreate
any effort in her logic
it seems to wait ?
any honesty in her waking stream of thinking
cause the clocks keep ticking


its not like were getting any younger
but i just dont got the time to
change your mind
your thoughts are wasted on the future
you rather raise the roof beams high
then pay attention to your life

you rather raise the roof beams high
its not like were getting any younger
but i just dont got the time
to change your mind
and all our thoughts are wasted on the future


you rather raise the roof beams high
then pay attention to your life