Slow down let the feeling pass Make a second last To deny the future the past Is to throw away the map and ignore the tracks A moment's mortal creature breaks the hour glass
Stuck in the middle and I lost my map
To mention is to last Tension is a cast Sense, in it's present tense Clear and steadfast So slow down, as if you're asked Rise above your mass
To be not your future To be not your past To be not your future To be not your past
Stuck in the middle and I lost my map
Within regalement I'll find a regal ideal If there's a reason here to find In this moment of mine There's a reason here to get If I'm not dead yet