Il testo della The bell and the hammer

I try to remember what it's like to dream with my own eyes (with my own eyes). because i keep forgetting what is right; can't tell truth from lies
(sunset from rise)... if i could learn to act patiently then i would see that my view of time is selfishly based around me... i should run away, but i
Can't; chasing dreams that are slowing down for me. i should turn around, but i can't. it's within my reach; runaway... with rising valleys and sinking
Peaks, nothing in between (that i can see). it seems my pride is on repeat; oh how they need me (it's not me they need).