Woorden: 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