All my thoughts are offline And I'm not taking questions My phone lines are closed My confidence has run dry And I'm starting to worry No one's writing my story And the night comes faster than a bullet from a gun I'm left alone here waiting for a liberation song, to sing Deliver me, sunrise Pave my intentions in a passage of glory I stand guilty as charged Of not giving into the pressures of duty And the night comes faster than a bullet from a gun I'm left alone here waiting for a liberation song, to sing Can't snap this thing into drive, stuck in reverse the whole time I'm losing touch with myself, I feel like somebody else Can't fly from this launching pad My wings are tangled and tired I'm vulnerable to the moon And all of its tidal push