What is time but a way to see if you've really changed?
If you can't it is a space to measure where you are
I would fill my time with you
The minutes can shorten the distance
But I would grow
And so would you
The second hand can't stop me now
I've thrown away all my maps
None of them have shown a home
All the roads lead to you
My personal burning Rome
X they say marks the spot
But we don't know what we've got
Paradise though never found
Can never be lost