Where are the people who find pleasure when their bones are cold
Does anybody ever really want to sleep alone
Finding treasures in the depths of your aching soul
Is that enough to keep your life from getting dull
I can't explain it when I pass the time
I get this feeling, get this foolish vibe
That everyone around me knows they're running out of time
And maybe we're united by our limited supply
Some nights I lay awake just growing older
Tilted axis make some nights colder
I'm getting higher but I'm feeling much lower
I would give anything to make time run slower