Interspace pulls me somewhere else
Times will change and stun me once again
Rev me up and watch me go
Catapult from my exile below
Used to be my only call
Shadows pulling me back through the wall
Cast my bait
Only pulls when im away
Fools get locked out
Chase those feelings once again
Lines and lines, our words get old
There is no full page
When there’s heat there’s also cold
There is no full page
Saturate, we tear, we fold
This could be the last fall
Down on our face again
This could be the last stroll
Into the fairway
Shuffle through headway
Silence or ticking, dull or pain
I feel a million miles away