There was a night I swam in a river.

Another night I drown in a lake.

Chased a feeling up way to Chicago.

Nearly caught up overseas.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.

The harder, the longer the mend

Permanent teeth marks

On worn out skin

There's a light burning in the background

Distancing you from an end

With a pace that never seem to slow

Despite the thick in your head or the pain in your chest.

What's left to try

What's left to find.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.

Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.

Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.