I can't say that I want someone to save me
          I've got nothing to be rescued from
I can't say I haven't rescued myself
          I've got nothing to be rescued from

Time moves in mysterious ways
          Sometimes it seems to be still
But other days it seems
          We're moving in fast motion

My memories haven't faded away
          And I can't seem to move past this stage
I'm mourning - not quite mourning
          I hoping - not quite hoping
I'm just stuck in the same cycle
          Of spyraling myself to the ground