Like ticking clocks, we run to stand still
I stand on the dock, all meanings unfilled
I see a silhouette, a past unseen
I open up the door now, it's me - what does it mean

A broken past on the floor
I stare at myself, I long for more
Like broken shells, deep in the sand
It's in your hands, my life ends in ruins

The cycle breaks, still we run in circles
The stories we impose, time and time again
The act already done, I feel the spreading wave
We hope for the best now, could this be what you crave?