Said you want it, gotta get it
Said you wanted, and I’m not it
Self deprived / never giving,
All departed never living

Absent seconds pass us by
Aggregate and form our lives
We hold on to what little may
In present seconds we’ll remain

You want it, you want it all now....

(chorus)
You are...the one who helps how?
Hands...dragging hands down

(verse 3 - breakdownish)
Hey....all departed.
Strange...the way it started.
Thoughts...of past grace
just potholes...in our way.

(post-chorus bridge-ish)
Can we
rely on
what’s safe,
what’s gone?