I’m slipping inbetween you and your big dreams.
It’s always you in my big dreams…
the present’s just a pleasant interruption to the past
I always catch the clock — it’s 11:11 and now you want to talk..
what happened to the way that we always said we’d be
..that frequency inside my head that says
I’m going at it the hard way.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map