Days don't make sense here I wait for it Some kind of sign Words don't work here A line which marks The ordinary to sacred I'm rooted to the spot And the effect it has Brings out everything I'm not The past Your words Are visible Are real The past and present collide The past and present collide Can I let go? Can I let go? The past and present collide The past and present collide Can I let go? Can I let go? Is this an illusion?