I've been pacing around the same ideas Haven't worked before This time I'm not sure In familiar footing the moment expands A mirror to the past, the next reaches back My legs are getting heavy, the air is growing thin I'm searching for a place to begin The edge of our sight Measured in miles Does it all break apart into untethered equations Does it fall into place when you're far enough away from it I've got this frantic feeling Can't spit out the thought Before the shops all change owners Overnight the cars rust The offices and parking lots contract and expand An atom in a moment, the loosening of a hand My heart is getting heavy My hair is growing thin The thought's no longer mine and the colours they dim