So this is what it's be like Everything bathed in a harsh bright light
Things look slightly askew
Surging emotions obscures the view
Reaching out for something to hold
Slow motion realities starts to unfold
It's all strangely serene
A white pulse made out of screams
Life is so fleeting, why make it less Endless potential, bottomless regret
Why is the impact so immense
Maybe because I worry it could have been me instead
One day soon we'll catch up again
Awkward words with forgotten friends
Now just flashes on the screen
Why is the past so pristine Condolences are sputtered and meek
But more at hand than the answers wee seek
The floor drops out at the brink
The brightest stars start to sink
Life is so fleeting, why make it less Endless potential, bottomless regret
Why is the impact so immense
Maybe because I worry it could have been me instead
It's always on my conscience
It all weighs on my conscience
It all plays on the conscience
Life is so fleeting, why make it less Endless potential, bottomless regret
Why is the impact so immense
Maybe because I worry it could have been me instead