This time
Looking outside my window
Feeling so down
Wishing I could get this sad mood out of me
Every flake of snow makes me feel damned
Put a shade of pale on my world, on my sanity
This time
No one knows what we're talking about, come on
Talk about conscious
The sun goes down
It's getting late for the world
Think about precious
This time
You hope that so many things will happen
But if you dig hard enough in your soul
You will find a way out
You can consider you're not wasting your time
Time to share your life
No one knows what we're talking about, come on
Talk about conscious
The sun goes down
It's getting late for the world
Think about precious