6pm rolls ‘round again
My day full of distraction fades away
And I can taste the salt of my heartache

In my grand and ideal life
I do not have these vices to depend on
I am calm and present in my mind

Space today ain’t space tomorrow
I’m drowning in my sorrow
As my future’s drifting further from me

Trying to reconcile the difference
Between the child that I was
And the woman that I’ve turned out to be

I am the dreamer
And we’re lost in time
Foolish believer
In every sign

But it’s the nervousness of waiting
For any kind of motivation
To feel comfortable in life’s cold embrace

Every truth that dawns upon me
Screams “DIVINE INTERVENTION!”
But the tension guts and conquers the race

I am the dreamer
And we’re lost in time
Foolish believer
In every sign

Love is not an inhale
Love is not an inhale
Love is an exhale
Love is an exhale
Love should not be an inhale
Love is not an inhale
Love should feel like an exhale
Love is an exhale

Daydreaming alone; that’s when I’m home and I’m floating

Lost in time
Lost in time
Lost in time
Lost in time