It's at the moment of the meeting

When I go running from the door

There's no remarks and no more greetings

No more welcomes, closed for the season

Could the cracks be where I'm pulled?

Where I'm pulled, where I'm

I seem so far detached

I need a moment, but

The days turn to weeks

I'll stay put and try not to care

When I stop to think

Behind me, there's nothing to spare

It's like being in depth underwater

Squinting seeing the surface draws farther, oh dear

Oh dear

I'm seeing patterns in the ceiling

A stratus cloud could never form

I'd rather sit here and imagine

All of the things I could, but haven't

Letting the time slip through the floor

Through the floor, through the

I seem so far detached

I need a moment, but

The days turn to weeks

I'll stay put and try not to care

When I stop to think

Behind me, there's nothing to spare

It's like being in depth underwater

Squinting seeing the surface draws farther, oh dear

The light quickly dimming much darker

Maybe I should've stayed at the harbor, oh dear

Oh dear

Do I miss out in the end?

Or do I find something to miss?

Do I miss out in the end?

Or do I find something to miss?

Do I miss out in the end?

(It's like being in depth underwater

Squinting seeing the surface draws farther, oh dear)

Do I find something to miss?

(It's like being in depth underwater

Squinting seeing the surface draws farther, oh dear)

Do I miss out in the end?

(It's like being in depth underwater

Squinting seeing the surface draws farther, oh dear)

Do I find something to miss?

Do I find something to...