Songtext von Trail of Lights

I'm daydreaming as I commute to my compensating trade I'm replacing the roads with ice, so I can slip away from this dotted line We’re drawn with precision between segments of our time line Our great depression was caused by repressing needs There’s something concerning about others passing right on through I'm losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes Never questioning routes Never questioning routes Passerby please stay with me a little longer Do my eyes still read like chapters unread? Or am I approaching my epilogue; quickly, concluding my myth? There’s something concerning about others passing right on through I'm losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes There’s something concerning about others passing right on through I'm losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes Never questioning routes Never questioning routes Passerby please stay with me a little longer