Lyrics
In a room where the walls keep shifting,
Colors swirl, whispers softly drifting.
Clock ticks loud but time’s a blur,
Every echo holds a tale I once were.
Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights,
Juggling dreams on these restless nights.
Like a map with no north star,
Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar.
Books lay open, stories half-told,
My mind’s a library, but the cold
Creeps in through the cracks in the pane,
As I try to stitch the seams of my scattered brain.
Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights,
Juggling dreams on these restless nights.
Like a map with no north star,
Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar.
Silent storms brew behind calm eyes,
Each heartbeat skips, wearing a disguise.
Snow falls on the summer’s eve,
I gather scattered leaves, too swift to grieve.
Every thought’s a whisper in the wind,
Catching promises that I’ve never pinned.
The world spins faster than I can dance,
I’m lost in the rhythm, missing every chance.
Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights,
Juggling dreams on these restless nights.
Like a map with no north star,
Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar.
In the quiet hours, when shadows play,
I find a spark that might light the way.
Wishing from afar.
Silent storms brew behind calm eyes,
Each heartbeat skips, wearing a disguise.
Snow falls on the summer’s eve,
I gather scattered leaves, too swift to grieve.
Every thought’s a whisper in the wind,
Catching promises that I’ve never pinned.
The world spins faster than I can dance,
I’m lost in the rhythm, missing every chance.
Lost in my own maze, chasing fleeting lights, Juggling dreams on these restless nights.
Like a map with no north star,
Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar.
In the quiet hours, when shadows play,
I find a spark that might light the way.
Like a map with no north star,
Wondering aimlessly, yet wishing from afar.
In the quiet hours, when shadows play,
I find a spark that might light the way.
