At the start the signs were aligning, Now far apart, its depending on timing. More than a memory in the mind, Confined to now online and I'm over thinking. In the end just a sketch of a drawing. I'll pretend that today is for mourning. More than a memory in the mind, A crush thats in decline from over thinking. I don't know why it is keeping me up at night. In the mean time I'm drowning in channels Of dreamy pads, it's better to surrender. More than a melody in mind, a thought that Breaks the silence looping out of time. Arpeggiated madness that I like. Plenty of time to think it over, Helplessly round and round it goes. Escaping the rush of stormy weather, Bliss was with you amongst the city mess