Sitting at the top I come across a scare.
In my mind comes a time that I cannot bare.
'Cause through the process of the memory, it deceives.
Time cannot be twisted, you see?
I'm quick to the draw, there's no moss on the stone.
I go along the stream, but then against the flow.
Questioning the choices I've made in the past,
and love is always full in the glass.
Stranded illusions.
Life can't be easy when you've realized you're all you've got.
Lost in confusion.
Time's never perfect and tomorrow we may all disappear.
