Time is moving slowly Time is moving fast I wish it was the future But I'm longing for the past I just don't like right now Nothing feels good (nothing hits like it should) All those pieces falling out And I wonder where we'll be Oh when we make it through this When we've made up our minds Who will we be after this? On the other On the other side On the other side Like I'm stuck in a holding pattern But I don't remember what I'm holding on to Only memories of the days we took for granted And pictures on the wall So what's to like right now? When nothing feels good (nothing hits like it should) All those pieces falling out And I wonder where we'll be Oh when we make it through this When we've made up our minds Who will we be after this? On the other The other side Oh when we make it through this To the end of the ride Who will we be after this? On the other On the other side The other side On the other side On the other side Oh when we make it through this When we've made up our minds Who will we be after this? On the other The other side Oh when we make it through this To the end of the ride Who will we be after this? On the other On the other side