Woorden: Impossibles (The). Return. Stopping Sound.

Last lines for today
the tired words you're too tired to say
mattered more in the dream you lived in too long
the last chance good idea
that always turns out wrong in the end
lose track of days and slip into a total haze
knocked out of tune, a thousand times inside this room
Looking up at the stars
glued above the back seat of your car
settled down, holding still to see what you find
it's enough to pass the time, and barely get you by in the fleeting moments
just close your eyes and sleep away the every night
wake up to feel brand new, a second look to see the best of you