Clock strikes twelve.
Time lays stagnant.
Hands frozen in time and my mind begins to fragment.
This moment has felt like forever, and forever endless still.
A missing moon from a blank slate sky.
Blood stains the whites of my eyes.

Isolated with my melting nerves, breath is short as all sensation strays.
The city slumbers, phosphorescence hues these empty streets.
Silent homes inhale and exhale in concurrent beats.
This city’s a circuit—it lives and dies as one.

But I’m displaced from this lifeline—a rogue heart, from your world, I’m miles apart.

A twisting earth, revolutions revolve. A twisting earth, revolutions revolve.
Miles apart and so I plead, "Embrace me, sweet arms of sleep."
I lie awake in disbelief, let me dream, set me free.
I aspire for elation in the sweet arms of sleep. Let me dream of circadian days.
Chasing horizons, I've become so out of sync.

Now lost, amongst these nights.
I lie awake 'til the morning light.

Keeping in time.
These lines will divide.
This sun will rise and leave me behind.
Time has left me behind.
Time has left me behind.

I'm still naive, I'm still pretending.
That dawn will come, will come, and save me.

And so I'm spent, unsung, and pleading.
I will wake, still young, still breathing.
And so I'm spent, unsung, and pleading.
I will wake, still young, still breathing.

And my wishes have yet to be granted.
Shadows descend, edges have blackened.
Time prolongs as both hands point north.
Again I hope to be drifted away.

I'm still naive, I'm still pretending.
That dawn will come, will come and save me.

Let me drift away. Let me drift away.