Trail of Lights by Artificial Language Lyrics

I’m daydreaming as I commute to my compensating trade
I’m replacing the roads with ice, so I can slip away from this dotted line
We’re drawn with precision between segments of our time line
Our great depression was caused by repressing needs


There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I’m losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes


Passerby please stay with me a little longer


Do my eyes still read like chapters unread?
Or am I approaching my epilogue; quickly, concluding my myth?


There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I’m losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes

There’s something concerning about others passing right on through
I’m losing sleep again, while others rest softly in bed never questioning routes
Never questioning routes
Never questioning routes


Passerby please stay with me a little longer