All my thoughts are offline

And I’m not taking questions

My phone lines are closed

My confidence has run dry

And I’m starting to worry

No one’s writing my story

And the night comes faster than a bullet from a gun

I’m left alone here waiting for a liberation song, to sing

Deliver me, sunrise

Pave my intentions in a passage of glory

I stand guilty as charged

Of not giving into the pressures of duty

And the night comes faster than a bullet from a gun

I’m left alone here waiting for a liberation song, to sing

Can’t snap this thing into drive, stuck in reverse the whole time

I’m losing touch with myself, I feel like somebody else

Can’t fly from this launching pad

My wings are tangled and tired

I’m vulnerable to the moon

And all of its tidal push