For changing lines I've got no time tonight. In these times the wind surpasses the tide. When the wakeup's hard to find dreams make up for your life. This crazy shine, it never lets you die. Growing up we become what we want. Again the moon rises up too high and we don't need the sky. Wonder what it is that makes the world turn slower, wonder what it is that makes me feel so mad. Everyone that talks to me I so wish wouldn't, I wouldn't even care except I feel so bad.