Every hour gone slipping by
This countdown has begun
While prayers are made and thoughts are kept
I'll remain the second son
Inches crawl for day to break
As minutes creep like dust
My mind will lay here wide awake
With the theories we've discussed
If you leave here, what does it make me?
A child at the top of the chain
Still a vessel that's running on empty
But it's the fear that'll drive us insane
Reverted words to get reset
With a hand prone to delay
As some nerves get pushed and stretched across
Every instinct torn and frayed
Noises sound to come again
While days repeat in time
My thoughts will turn up now and then
But they're still so hard to find
If you leave here, what does it make me?
A child at the top of the chain
Still a vessel that's running on empty
But it's the fear that'll drive us insane
It's the fear that'll hide our restraint
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Summer's just a memory now
As I watch my winter blues
In and out of hospitals
But they never have a clue
For every frozen season here
There's uncertainty ahead
To waste another night alone
With the rails up on the bed
Winter blues, my winter blues
Won't give me something I can use
Abuses made to come from what we said
Winter blues, my winter blues
Some foreign words we'll all misuse
So confused by what we want to hear instead
I want to feel the rain again
I want to feel the rain
But my winter blues keep driving me insane