Glue

Busy lady, flying back and forth between two places Yesterday and tomorrow, she is chasing That jetset life, she follows her mind And they're off to the races Running through different times, different spaces No matter where she goes, she never faces Herself right now, she's got no time And every moment becomes a dazed reflection Many dimensions away In all of this commotion She doesn't see a reason to stay Compensating for all the missing seconds, she's creating It's holding her together when she's breaking She stops in time She's taking control of her life She's trapped in stagnation She's missing connection Repelling the atoms around She knows she ain't living Not sure she's existing She keeps on spiralling down Do you see the damage Do you see the drying glue Can you tell there's things that she ain't telling you Do you see the cracks in her head Do you see her blue Spilling out, reaching out Do you see her truth Her obsession, her ambition Her confusion, a reaction Her creation, a confession Her intention, to be real Do you see the damage Do you see the drying glue Can you tell there's things that she ain't telling you Do you see the cracks in her head Do you see her blue Spilling out, reaching out Do you see her truth