there is normal where these clocks are
spinning backwards when it's real bizarre
clutching at my roots to stay in place
stopping all breathing so i can retrace
back to the times when i jumped so far
many miles gone chasing the shiniest star
cuts and bruises consoled by smiles so wide
arms so sore because we tried and we tried
when i cried out, you caught all my tears
held me so close, fighting my many fears
dragged me from the dark into a misty light
said i would be alright, you were always right
entrancing moments are all i desire
deep in the soil but i can still go higher
moving along towards the promises i'll keep
spilling the world so the riches i can reap
it was all a dream i mapped out in my head
beautiful things brand new in my empty mouth unsaid
projected in my weary eyes, my very hopeful eyes
letting all the colours sink in and materialize
there are places where i long to be
lights to catch and sights to see
from city limits to the richest greens
mental images of the happiest scenes
ghosts to meet, acquaintances to seek
words to be understood, words we will speak
moving backwards but not finding anything bizarre
shouting with sincerity, wherever you are
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