Life becomes a looking glass
I start to pass right through the walls
And oceans call
With pitches that are stretched by time
And wishes that were never mine
I slide into a past sublime
You're old
You've sold your soul
The hole you tore
Is more than your poor heart can take
We fake emotions on the fly
And wonder why we cease to care
When we're left dead and unaware
Just where we left the time to try
Your heart might start to break in mine
As falling sand leaks out of time