Slow Motion Addict

Carina Round

Today, I'm not present
Footsteps disguised as wings
Neither poison my brain
With memories that tease and sting

Step out into the sun
Let light into my eyes
My feet don't touch the ground
My head fills up the sky

Try to hold on, makes no difference
There's no choice if you never had it
Try to move on, makes no difference
To a slow motion addict

I float through dreams like a helium balloon
One trip and the morning comes too soon
Try to hold it, ah, try to hold it

My blood carries the ghosts
Like bulls filling the streets
Everything in this universe
Is on its way to me

Try to hold on, makes no difference
There's no point if you never had it
Try to move on, makes no difference
To a slow motion addict

I float through dreams like a helium balloon
One trip and the morning comes too soon
Try to hold it, try to hold it