Planning Escapes

I'd like to see what I can hold
Though it's above my ceiling
I tend to lose my hold
No time to fold when my eyes are on the goal
I can dream of control
And kiss that feeling
I tend to let the dice roll
No time to fold when my eyes are on the gold

And I feel like I've been losing all my space
And I spend my days planning these escapes

These doubts have taken their toll
Oh how they are unyielding
I do question my soul
No time to fold when my eyes are on the goal
Oh how this life seems so droll
Without any meaning
Oh how I feel unwhole
No time to fold when your eyes are on the gold

And I feel like I've been losing all my space
And I spend my days planning these escapes
And I've been growing weary of the chase
And I bathe in the arms of disgrace

And it all just seems to fall away
And it all just seems to fall away
And it all just seems to fall away
And I'd wonder if it'd be okay

And I feel like I've been losing all my space
And I spend my days planning these escapes
And I've been growing weary of the chase
And I bathe in the arms of disgrace



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