Where have all the moments gone
I think I spent them all on you
Come back find a way to begin
Fit your way in between
Rising and setting suns
Day and night
And the reasons that made it end

It’s the constant motion
You won’t sit still
You always painted a mood
But my eyes could no longer follow
Now there is no time to pause
No time to reflect
Like normal people should

Should we instead chase being ordinary
Being fulfilled is not always equal
We can find it in music anyway
There is too much pressure
Yes, too much pressure
To ride white horses
And wear red lingerie