living at different paces
evading into various places
my compass has broken
I'm losing the way
an ongoing madness has lead me astrayin 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've been written in stone
and the door to a new life is closing so fast
burning the bridges will not bring me backin 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