I'm lying in my bed
Hear the clock tickin
I think of you
Caught up in circles
Confussion, there's nothing new
Flashback, warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after...
Sometimes you'll picture me
I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me
I can't hear what you say
And you say, go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
CHORUS:
If you're lost, you can look
And you will find me