What have I done, to get myself here?
I'm all wrapped up in the memories of yesteryear.
Strap me to a plane and throw me cross the ocean.
I just need an escape from all these pointless emotions.
What am I going to do,
If I can't get over this?
Caught in a landslide of time,
Where everything's always changing.
There must be a way to stop the passage of time.
Turn every minute into an old porch chime.
Then things can only change whenever it is that the wind blows.
And we'll stay inside our houses until we hear the sound begin to slow.
What am I going to do,
If I can't get over this?
Caught in a landslide of time,
Where everything's always changing.
What am I going to do,
If I can't get over this?
Caught in a landslide of time,
Where everything's always changing.