Immobile, cannot move
unable to control
when we will
and how fast we will
gave my control to the driver
my forward motion to the driver
And now
it's only a matter of time
until we begin
but i can't stand the waiting
i can't shake the feeling
that no matter how fast there's no way to win
What a fly in a jar i've become
hitting walls and watching
while things get done
against my will
my voice becomes marginalized
wings beat faster
my heart beats until
the driver takes off against my will
And now
it's only a matter of time
Until we begin
but i can't stand the waiting
i can't shake the feeling
That no matter how fast there's no way to win
i will let that current sweep me
i will let that current sweep me
Wherever it may
i will let those doors slide shut
i will let those doors swing shut
Whenever they may
i will let that river sweep me
i will let that river sweep me
Wherever it may
i will let that driver take me
i will let that driver take me
Wherever it may
and now
it's only a matter of time
Until we begin
but i can't stand the waiting
I can't shake the feeling
that no matter how fast there's no way to win