Something feels strange
We move, we're drifting
Beckoning through waves
Of time existing
Slowly, if you blink
You just might miss it
Slowly, we're drifting
As you predicted
Descending down
Into doubt
Running back to your arms
I'll provide what you need
If it means sweet relief
To hear your voice on the phone
Feel the warmth in your tone
Sends the chills to my bones
I watch as the time
Is slowly passing
I dream of your eyes
Blue lights contrasting
Something in the air
Has got you thinking
The haunting despair
Has my heart sinking
Carry on
Life forgone
Running back to your arms
I'll provide what you need
If it means sweet relief
To hear your voice on the phone
Feel the warmth in your tone
Sends the chills to my bones