Just run in wild, but you just can't hear a thing Down to the bone When in Rome Please, be my friend? But the memory is faded, it's to my own accord It seems we're awfully jaded So are you still adored? They say to "pick up the pace" while I'm pacing back around I'm looking for a peaceful place, but I just can't find the sound Yes my memory is fading, it's to my own accord It seems awfully degrading, but I'll strum the chord Although each day is just passing, I try To get out of the way, but I get by So much mixing and matching to find my high Just put on my disguise Oh, how time flies What's the word on the street "I'm just preaching to the breeze" Is it just a figure-of-speech, or does it bring you to your knees? Your intentions are "graded" But who's to pay for what they instigated That is the craze Although each day is just passing, I try To get out of the way, but I get by So much mixing and matching to find my high Just put on my disguise Oh, how time flies