Times Of Grace Currents
Lost in a dream
Dark waves crash over me
Can't seem to find my way out
This cyclic motion is madness
Each day, all the same
Currents flood through my head
Keep turning me, spinning me, pulling me
Cut this cord, set me free
Currents keep pulling me
Darkness crash over me
Currents keep pulling me
It's hard to see
Chemicals take hold of me
Feeling so alone
As the daylight fades before me
The light, it escapes my eyes
Inside the cyclic descent
Don't care if I live or die
Cut this cord, set me free
Currents keep pulling me
Swallowed I cannot breathe
Currents keep pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me
Look to the sky
Can you see the sun?
Look to the sky
We've come undone
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me, pulling me
Pulling me
