i walked down to the very first sight
where you were watching
stuck in bed with the memories
in a glaze of filtered light
i lucked out at the very same time
we were both waiting
cause i know its not real
you can see the best inside of me
its too much to hold on
all the world is reeling back
come down from dream
i can feel the young going out of me
i looked down to the riverside
saw an old man sitting down
rifle past all the memories
of youth and escaping
steps to walk for the very first time
in my new body
its not right enough
i can feel the broken parts and all
the world to you now
makes all the days pass
the same somehow
its too much to slow down
i can feel the grip tight
come undone
i'm not real enough
i can see the cloud smoke
blown apart