I don't recognize the signs.
I get distracted by the visions.
The numbers forming into lines.
Dancing symetry.
The confident mind is happy to stray, until it comes down, until it is time, to fend for it's self and deal with this world that terrifies some.
I know I should care but it doesn't seem real.
In this seance of light, you've been hiding, you're hiding from life in this torrent of days, pay attention, they're slipping away.
In this seance of light.
In this torrent of days.
The confident mind is happy to stray, until it comes down, until it is time, to fend for it's self and deal with this world that terrifies some.
I know I should care but it doesn't seem real.
In this seance of light, you've been hiding, you're hiding from life in this torrent of days, pay attention, they're slipping away.
In this seance of light.
In this torrent of days.
Slipping, slipping away, slipping away.
In this seance of light.
In this torrent of days.
