Present Tense

Sitting sideways in your seat Trouble starts when our eyes meet The passing lights they come and go Slip away we've lost control The sand falls slowly from the top We've used up every single drop Do we realize what we've done That shadows that we've overrun And I feel my past regrets Slipping into present tense So we stare at the wind Cursing God through all our sin There is flesh beneath the skin We've both grown to know the feeling