What is the question? Who did it ask?
Where is the moment most recently lapsed?
Time will tell and mend it around
Nothing can pass for a siren’s sound
What do we have when we see the light?
Memories we weave in the dead of night
Driven by the wind and the soaking rain
We’re lost on the page which should soon turn again
Scattered to the only habit we know
Measuring the trance without a glance
Trapped in the meaning
Caught on the stage
Time ticks away and we’re left in a state
All that we know is the vision we have so
We do what we can just to take a step back