2013 Woke up this morning and my mouth was dry The clouds were rushing downstream through the sky I get a blind kind of panic that locks me inside My mind numb and my heart racing I am a man with too many reasons On a road with too many signs I play a deck with too many cards Too many games of too many kinds The seasons turn so fast and I’m moving too slow I get blown off course, like everyone I know I need more time, I need more time To make good on the promises I made to the world When the world was moving slower Tick, tock, tick, tock As one by one the faces we love Slide away into deep, deep waters I’ve still so much to give, I’ve still so much to learn I’ve still so much to love, still so much to burn I need more time, I need more time To make good on the promises I made to the world When the world was moving slower Published by Attack Attack Music
