The time is running faster than the clock
It never figures out who’s behind the flock
He keeps on running away from my mind
Until this day comes behind my back.
Thinking what might have gone wrong
Is there a thing for stupid reasons?
Holding a dream so near and far
It’s like catching the farthest star.
Where will this end, when will the wound be healed
The ghost of summer time is beginning to get real
Complications coming in
The feelings are coming deep within..
There is no room for lullabies
Hiding all the reasons for goodbyes
Taking the clock beyond control
Winter comes, summer then fall.
