Timeline
Scrolling down the feed,
Blinking lights and reels,
Looking for something without a name.
Seconds slipping by,
Smile and say a lie.
Hashtag – it's all a game!
And Sunday night changes to Tuesday night,
Wednesday night & Friday night,
Trying to catch your face in a rushing stream,
And the heart grows old
On this endless road,
Chased on a loop
By the monsters in my dreams.
Apocalypse sounds,
Play another round,
Find a little goal to reach out to.
Top scores getting old,
Did you sell your soul?
Hide away the mirror,
It's still you.
Sunday night changes to Tuesday night,
Wednesday night & Friday night,
Trying to catch your face in a rushing stream,
And the heart grows old
On this endless road,
Chased on a loop
By the monsters in my dreams.
And maybe one day
You will find your moonshaped scar,
Bring the healing herb
From the mountain far.
Catch a little light
From a falling star,
To fill the aching space
Of your moonshaped scar.
And we'll dance away
All our Sunday nights,
With the fireflies,
All our Monday nights,
And we'll dance away
To the song of life,
Chase away the monsters
In our dreams.
Walking down the street,
Find a little beat,
Hum a little song to yourself.
Seconds slipping by,
Staring at the sky,
Dance a little jig with yourself.
And Sunday night changes to Tuesday night,
Wednesday night & Friday night,
Trying to find my pieces back to me,
And the heart beats on,
As the road goes on,
Chase away the monsters
In our dreams.
Blinking lights and reels,
Looking for something without a name.
Seconds slipping by,
Smile and say a lie.
Hashtag – it's all a game!
And Sunday night changes to Tuesday night,
Wednesday night & Friday night,
Trying to catch your face in a rushing stream,
And the heart grows old
On this endless road,
Chased on a loop
By the monsters in my dreams.
Apocalypse sounds,
Play another round,
Find a little goal to reach out to.
Top scores getting old,
Did you sell your soul?
Hide away the mirror,
It's still you.
Sunday night changes to Tuesday night,
Wednesday night & Friday night,
Trying to catch your face in a rushing stream,
And the heart grows old
On this endless road,
Chased on a loop
By the monsters in my dreams.
And maybe one day
You will find your moonshaped scar,
Bring the healing herb
From the mountain far.
Catch a little light
From a falling star,
To fill the aching space
Of your moonshaped scar.
And we'll dance away
All our Sunday nights,
With the fireflies,
All our Monday nights,
And we'll dance away
To the song of life,
Chase away the monsters
In our dreams.
Walking down the street,
Find a little beat,
Hum a little song to yourself.
Seconds slipping by,
Staring at the sky,
Dance a little jig with yourself.
And Sunday night changes to Tuesday night,
Wednesday night & Friday night,
Trying to find my pieces back to me,
And the heart beats on,
As the road goes on,
Chase away the monsters
In our dreams.
Credits
Writer(s): Ruchira Mandal
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