Memories
Stillness is the enemy of progress
So I run away
Once I stay still
I end up back to memories
Memories, memories, memories
Cannot let it pull me in
A whirlwind collision I create
Will I ever escape?
And see the other side of the sun
A kingdom come
I've lost the keys chasing memories
How long before you let the past consume you?
Give up is what they prey on you to say
Is it not time to cruise without control?
Hands are meant for cleansing, not for guns
You'll end up crashing looking back
Mesmerized on what could have been
The clock and I spin in circles
Obsessive reflections
Warped imaginations
Two sides of a shattered mirror
If it's not in my head, it's in my heart
Fear drifts me apart from hope
Caught in currents
It takes a little faith
To still the storm
How long before you let the past consume you?
Give up is what they prey on you to say
Is it not time to cruise without control?
Hands are meant for cleansing, not for guns
Memories grow more bitter than sweet eventually
I condemn myself yet You convict me
Running from what You give me to chase these worldly dreams
Run
Run
Run
Like a child to my Father's arms
Run
Run
Run
Anywhere else and I'll fall down
So I run away
Once I stay still
I end up back to memories
Memories, memories, memories
Cannot let it pull me in
A whirlwind collision I create
Will I ever escape?
And see the other side of the sun
A kingdom come
I've lost the keys chasing memories
How long before you let the past consume you?
Give up is what they prey on you to say
Is it not time to cruise without control?
Hands are meant for cleansing, not for guns
You'll end up crashing looking back
Mesmerized on what could have been
The clock and I spin in circles
Obsessive reflections
Warped imaginations
Two sides of a shattered mirror
If it's not in my head, it's in my heart
Fear drifts me apart from hope
Caught in currents
It takes a little faith
To still the storm
How long before you let the past consume you?
Give up is what they prey on you to say
Is it not time to cruise without control?
Hands are meant for cleansing, not for guns
Memories grow more bitter than sweet eventually
I condemn myself yet You convict me
Running from what You give me to chase these worldly dreams
Run
Run
Run
Like a child to my Father's arms
Run
Run
Run
Anywhere else and I'll fall down
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