Back in the old days I used to run
These city streets. They were my home.
The levee has broken, The storm has come
For us all. Prepare for newer blood
But our minds could never grow what our hearts refused to sow
Are you working more than sleeping?
Are you flying in your dreams?
You look like your mother and your father.
Time has past us. We are older.
Who am I supposed to be?
A traveler upon the sea?
Ocean rushes over me.
Swallowing everything.
But our minds refuse to show what our hearts already know.
I've been working more than sleeping.
I've been dying in my dreams...