We hold on to what we can If I could only remember what you said. Something along the lines How time takes as all. So lets use our arms as oars to tread to the nearest shore. Haven't you played this all our in your head before? I know you're still the king in your runaway dreams But in my mind you represent a social being whose moral is dead So you cling to the nearest anchor whom you deem justifiable.
So you come off the edge and meet me more than halfway.