Looking down my world turns on it's side,
I can almost see the life I used to lead,
Secluded in the shadow of change,
I just can't see past.
Slow guitar tempts me to remember,
A lump in the back of my throat remembers for me,
And I turn with my world still,
Struggling to hold on.
Are these the same hands that held love,
The ones I clench against will,
Knuckles as white as the snow I feel,
Chilling my heart in shock.
My Earth spins like a top,
And confusion sets itself on throne,
Beating in two different places,
Which life do I own?
I remember when I danced in the snow,
And I didn't feel so alone,
And I watched that time slip away.
When there's no time left for losing,
And no time for giving in to fate,
Raging against the consuming of my light,
Praying that I know which way is right.
When there's no time left for wanting,
And only time left to use,
When you have eternity to cross to reach your home,
Can you chance to lose...?