Abyss

How was your weekend? Bet you got messed up I miss the old days I miss phoning you up In the middle of some minor meltdown Of major proportions I live in distortion My vision distorted Approach with caution Dreams aborted One man plans And one man bands As things stand As one man stands You're downing cans So what we running from? Bring on the rain What we running from? The thunder's on its way Broken umbrella I'm soaking wet And it dribbles down my face And it tastes of regret Well Shatter the hourglass Watch as the hours pass Pass us by These daydreams die In the eyes of those We leave behind Drowning in the wake of a sinking ship I'm sailing The 'HMS Watch While My Dream's Derailing" One So what we running from? Bring on the rain What we running from? The thunder's on its way Days drag their heels But the week's easy to miss Let's see if it feels real Into this abyss The days drag their heels But the week's easy to miss Let's see if it feels real Into this abyss So what we running from?