Running through a maze, how I waste away my days, but the clock spins too fast to find a better way. So I live inside my head, and I never hear an end and I wonder why I keep running when no one seems to win. Makes me alone... How easily I'm thrown Blue and whites are everywhere, will thet make me from here and me heart beats too fast for the voices at my ears. Wonder why things are the way that they seem to be today and I feel so detached from the words that I say. Makes me alone... How easily I'm thrown as it comes it slips away. Now I'm lost once more today.