If the world revolves around one single purpose Then why do I never feel alone? My teenage angst never existed in the first place Too much exposure from modern mobile phones I've been dead and numb and sincere I've let down my walls and renewed all my fears Forgiven and forgotten, discarded all my feelings Why does it feel like I'm running out of time? Why does it feel like I'm waiting to be found? To be found, ooh-ooh-ooh Words slither and fall and trip from my mouth Do you even hear a single sound? Do you wish for a brighter light Or someone to hold you tight at night? Why does it feel like I'm running out of time? Why does it feel like I'm waiting to be found? To be found, ooh-ooh-ooh