Something about those late night texts, late night calls.
Makes me wanna bare my heart, bare my soul.
This is like a breath of fresh air.
Something good that can be so destructive in a split second.
They say we're young, say we've got time.
Not to rush things, enjoy the ride.
And what if suddenly, we didn't have time any more?
Would we fast forward or maintain the pace, try to beat the race, to the end of time?
Something about those late night thoughts, late night songs.
The moment time starts running out while moving so slowly.
We're left in the dark, so we're frantically trying to keep up.
Out of breath, sweat dripping.
Aren't we running out of time, steady losing our minds?
