The Dazzled

I sit in the window watching my days from a safe distance

Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant

Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence

It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance

We are bound and marching to an ever static distance

I sit in the window watching my days from a great distance

Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant

Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence

It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance

My resistance, thrives on my resistance

Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence

We are bound and marching to an ever static distance, static distance