Lost sentiments
Just memories
Of every word misspoken
Swept away by the seasons

And I'm still running
From where it all began
For everything I've taken
And everything I have
I can't go back
Without you
Without you

This river runs in circles
An endless stream of moments
Where you and I are bound in timelines
So tired and torn by the restless tempest
The path that we have chosen
Will always lead us home

This emptiness
Just a consequence
Of every dream dismantled
Washed away by time

And I'm still fighting
The bliss in letting go
Of everything I came for
And everything I know
I can't go back
Without you

I can't go back
(I can't face it on my own)
Without you
(I have to find my way back home)

I was first struck by the absence of time
Having depended on it so completely as a measure of myself
And my life, moving backwards into the perpetual night
That consumes purpose and deed, all passion and will
I come to you, old friend, with the dull clarity of the dead
Not to beckon you but to feel the fire and intensity that still live in you
And the heavy weight of your burdens which I had once borne
There is truth here, old friend
If that's all you seek but there's no justice or judgment
Without which truth is a vast, dead hollow
Go back
Do not look into the abyss or let the abyss look into you
Awaken the sleep of reason and fight the monsters within and without

This river runs in circles
An endless stream of moments
Where you and I are bound in timelines
So tired and torn by the restless tempest
The path that we have chosen
Will always lead us home