Life moves so quick when you forget to take a look around.
The years go by before you realize you’re touchin’ the ground.
I can’t seem to tune out the ticking of the clocks on the wall,
Still think I can hear the animals play in the hall.
I’m looking, but I still cannot find.
The memories have turned to debris.
The feelings are still locked up inside,
But it all has become a shadow in a dream.
The time has passed since I took my ship out to the sea,
While you were at home weaving just like Penelope.
I’m looking, but I still cannot find.
The memories have all turned to debris.
The feelings are still locked up inside,
But it all has become, it all has become, a shadow in a dream.
Life moves so quick, when you forget to take a look around.