evading into various spaces
my compass has broken
I'm losing the way
an ongoing madness has lead me astray
in me there's still a place that
fulfils me
a sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
if I try can I find solid ground?
I follow illusive paths
oh it seems they're written in stone
and the door to a new life is closing so fast
burning the bridges will not bring me back
in me there's still a place that
fulfils me
a sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
if I try can I find solid ground?
in me there's still a place that
fulfils me
a sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
if I try can I find solid groud?
I know that
in me there's still a place that
fulfils me
a sanctity here that I call home
I run to when winter descends
if I try can I find solid groud?
or am I just wasting time?
wasting time
