Slow down let the feeling pass
Make a second last
To deny the future the past
Is to throw away the map and ignore the tracks
A moment's mortal creature breaks the hour glass

Stuck in the middle and I lost my map

To mention is to last
Tension is a cast
Sense, in it's present tense
Clear and steadfast
So slow down, as if you’re asked
Rise above your mass

To be not your future
To be not your past
To be not your future
To be not your past

Stuck in the middle and I lost my map

Within regalement
I’ll find a regal ideal
If there's a reason here to find
In this moment of mine
There’s a reason here to get
If I'm not dead yet

Stuck in the middle and I lost my map