There was a night I swam in a river.
Another night I drown in a lake.
Chased a feeling up way to Chicago.
Nearly caught up overseas.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.
The harder, the longer the mend
Permanent teeth marks
On worn out skin
There's a light burning in the background
Distancing you from an end
With a pace that never seem to slow
Despite the thick in your head or the pain in your chest.
What's left to try
What's left to find.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.
Is it the hallowed chase for thrill that still curbs you.
Or empty space left to fill that still tolls you.