Monday

The light is shining to my face so brightly.
The past is holding on to me so tightly.
Reflection's connection
between these two different times.
The light goes dim and so time flies.

There is no difference,
there is no difference between times.
Reaching for something,
reaching for something
I can't find.
Getting me out,
getting me out of my mind.
Is that my star so far?

Again the light shows up to me so brighly.
Future's holding on to me so tightly.
Rejection's connection
between these two different times.
The light goes dim and so time flies.

There is no difference,
there is no difference between times.
Reaching for something,
reaching for something
I can't find.
Getting me out,
getting me out of my mind.
Is that my star so far?

There is no difference,
there is no difference between times.
Reaching for something,
reaching for something
I can't find.
Getting me out,
getting me out of my mind.
Is that my star so far?