VERSE 1:
Another winding road, across the rolling hills, and I’m the turning wheels
An argument over words, red light of caution turns another dead end reel
A waterfall in your eyes, is waiting to surprise, evading compromise
Protest the stoner witch, and spin the greatest hits, indulge a final supply

BACKING VERSE:
Old Age Does, Rot away the Bones
Telling us, (not to die) not to die alone (alone)
Blue is when, I take a day to mend
Stuttering, living on again

CHORUS:
When I feel it cutting through
Never seen this side of you
Bleeding, lost and sent off blind
Waste of time

VERSE 2:
The black and white turn grey, the forty five replays, and I’m your hall of fame
The fortress of wonder blocks, brought down by chicken pox, the slow invasion of games
The salt and rust revised, a June bug in July, a fingerprint in the sky
A shopping cart full of dreams, on a computer screen, the ones and zeros reply

BACKING VERSE 2:
All say Is, Habits ground in stone
One more dose, (If not to die) not to die alone (alone)
Reason why, wishing to an end
Shuddering, waking up again

CHORUS 2:
When I feel a life less true
Is when I’m looking straight at you
Bleeding, lost and sent of blind
Waste of time

And the stairs will take us all the way
We’ll be leaving another day, another day
Where my time is my time
And your time is my time
And all time is mine, all mine, all mine