I can’t kick this feeling of time
now that everything has got me blinded
c’est la vie is the line
when I feel the weight of the world
all overhead
yet you bear these stones
like I’ve never seen anyone do
ever before
oh mama don’t cut my hands
I’m outside for all the right reasons
like the flow of the sands
when I feel the weight of the world
all around
treading lightly and walking slow, and then, faster
like watching the city go to sleep and then wake up
only to start daydreaming, falling