I try to remember what it's like to dream with my own eyes (with my own eyes).

Because I keep forgetting what is right;

can't tell truth from lies (sunset from rise)...

If I could learn to act patiently

then I would see that my view of time is selfishly based around me...

I should run away, but I can't;

chasing dreams that are slowing down for me.

I should turn around, but I can't.

It's within my reach; runaway...

With rising valleys and sinking peaks,

nothing in between (that I can see).

It seems my pride is on repeat;

oh how they need me (it's not me they need).