When I think of the way that things used to be
When I look at the shape of my memory
I think of the light
The smell of my breath
And the taste of the air on the back of my neck
All I wanna do is to lose the shape of time
The shape of time
Time
The shape of time
I still look the same but it looks so different
Maybe I've changed or maybe I'm missing
I wanna let go of my senses for good
I'll never let go
But I know that I should
All I wanna do is to lose the shape of time
The shape of time
Time
The shape of time
Lose the shape of time
Lose the shape of time
All I wanna do is to lose the shape of time
The shape of time
Time
The shape of time