Texty: Ride. Unfamiliar.
You're rushing for a time that you don't know,
Curious of what your feelings are you go
Losing sight of that familiar touch you know,
Sinking into unknown beauty for a day,
Living everything as it comes and goes,
The only times you know have passed away.
Now you're looking back where everything seems here,
Scared of letting all that comfort disappear.
Curious of what your feelings are you go
Losing sight of that familiar touch you know,
Sinking into unknown beauty for a day,
Living everything as it comes and goes,
The only times you know have passed away.
Now you're looking back where everything seems here,
Scared of letting all that comfort disappear.