Paper sheets, blank white pages
Spaces for thoughts to fill
You've broken the back of your own book now

All the time passed you by and you don't know how
To say you didn't do the things you said you would

The wind gets in your eyes
As you're winding down the window
Ever hoping to get there soon
Holding on to what's left of you

What's left of your sight?
Will you ever see again?
Again. Again.

Holding back, hiding your self inside
What's there left to prove that isn't you?
Is there a reason, or a meaning,
or is it just you dont believe in yourself?

There's still half your book left

The wind gets in your eyes
As you're winding down the window
Ever hoping to get there soon
Holding on to what's left of you

What's left of your sight?
Will you ever see again?
Again. Again

Staring out the windows
As the countries pass me by
With my headphones on so quiet
This small adventure is all mine

The wind gets in your eyes
As you're winding down the window
Ever hoping to get there soon
Holding on to what's left of you

What's left of your sight?
Will you ever see again?
Again. Again