Time is like
Old photographs and reflections and persistent reveries
By and by
No moments grasped with affection til they're distant memories
And what seems mundane today
Is tomorrow's nostalgic wave
Like a dream we can't retain
Until the moment that we're awake
And unable to engage
Time flies
We were absorbed with the future, now we're pining for the past
Likewise
We have ignored every juncture 'til the time there has elapsed
We once looked forward to this age
Now we're yearning for yesterday
Always swimming in the wake
Of the memories we sustain
And even when we are at home
Our minds are always on the road
And we're longing for a place we've never known
And with our minds confined
To always living in hindsight
Time slips by
And we are bystanders within our own lives
We are bystanders within our own lives
We are bystanders within our own lives
We've contrived
These anecdotes and renditions that our minds seek and discern
Idealized
We're chasing ghosts and traditions of a time we can't return
And we tend to gaze away
Toward tomorrow and yesterday
As we flip from page to page
Merely glancing around each phrase
And Even when we are at home
Our minds are always on the road
And we're longing for a place we've never known
And with our minds confined
To living in hindsight
Time slips by
And we are bystanders within our own lives
We are bystanders within our own lives
We are bystanders within our own lives
And with every breath a moment passes by
Into a past we've glamorized
With our minds confined to living in hindsight
We are bystanders within our own lives
We are bystanders within our own lives
We are bystanders within our own lives