Slow Motion Addict - Carina Round

Today I’m not present

Footsteps disguised as wings

Neither poison my brain

With memories that tease and sting

Step out into the sun

Let light into my eyes

My feet don’t touch the ground

My head fills up the sky

Try to hold on

Makes no difference

There’s no choice if you never had it

Try to move on

Makes no difference

To a slow motion addict

I float through dreams like a helium balloon

One trip and the morning comes too soon

Try to hold it, try to hold it

My blood

Carries the ghosts

Like bulls filling the streets

Like everything in this universe

Is on it’s way to me

Try to hold on

Makes no difference

There’s no point if you never had it

Try to move on

Makes no difference

To a slow motion addict

I float through dreams like a helium balloon

One trip and the morning comes too soon

Try to hold it, try to hold it