The morning crawls in crooked colors
A mouth of hours chewing at my heels
My shadow folds itself in patterns
As if it knows the things I fear
The sky bends like a hidden compass
Pointing where I swore I’d never walk
My heartbeat drags the world in circles
Pulling questions I can’t name
I'm running from the shape of time
She is there, she is not mine
I'm running from the shape of time
From the vein of time?
From the safe of time
A doorway rises out of nothing
Framed by thoughts I tried to burn
I feel the future watch me trembling
Waiting for the moment I turn
I'm running from the shape of time
She is there, she is not mine
I'm running from the shape of time
From the vein of time?
From the safe of time