(One, two, three, four)
The magic of the moment
Got blown way out of proportion
I keep forgetting, it’s not amazing
It’s a tactical mistake

I’m afraid to buy some time
What was recently in mind
And my minds always remembering
My dreams the night before

Longer windows, shorter ceiling
Make my home feel more appealing
Make some mountains at the end of the street
Then I can go inside

Spend the night, when the night falls
Save the dinner for the morning
Speed the day up with some new plans
Whilе remembering thе dead ones

I’m used to getting used to anything
I’m losing the beginning of my mind
I’m used to getting used to anything
I’m losing the beginning of my mind