I’ve got so empty.
Running out of steam
As this life passes by
I’ve only got time to dream.
Want some connection.
I fail to understand
And I run aground –
I’m just taken with the sound of it all.

And when the pain comes
And soaks in my head
I get to wishing I was dead.
It’d be easy.
So when the rain comes
I pray to be cleaned.
Pave the way for my dreams to take over.

Must find an answer –
Trapped by what I say.
It’s not too late to fix it
As long as there’s time to play.
To be connected
Is how we’re meant to be.
In the end, it matters. But
I just want to see.