Everything is changing,
but I keep on chasing my dreams.
Now they're turning 'round
and I don't know what it means.
I'm standing on the edge,
maybe looking down.
Sometimes I wonder
what it'd be like to drown.
My life slips through my fingers
like a thousand grains of sand.
I'm a plane that's crashing
with nowhere safe to land.
Maybe it's me just being sad,
call me crazy or labeled mad.
My ties to sanity are going slack,
but no one's there to bring me back.