Time
Washes away
The age of the first touches
The first footsteps
And as the skies crumble to the ground
On the ground, it's all so still
If I could turn back I would
But it feels like
Despite all the times I try
There is no way to stop
No way to stop
Holiday dreaming
We're running round
In circles
We're dancing
In the shadows of our doubts
We're running
In circles
We're dancing
In the shadows of our doubts