I spent my life looking for answers I cant find.
And in my mind I feel I'm running out of time.
I think I'm running out of time.

Feelings held inside have been boxed up and itemized.
Now I'm turing on my light until the day I die.
I think I'm running out of time.

Sound runs through my mind as if someone has pressed rewind.
The past in never near and my future is never clear.
Hows that? I think I'm running out of time.