Wasted State Of Mind - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Talking 'bout things we’ve seen

Paris to Oslo seem like dreams

Looking back, was it real?

You know how things sometimes feel

You can run but you can get no further than

Three city blocks from where you began

Caught in a wasted state of mind

Here you come, here you come

Now you’re gone

Where will it take me?

Why am I waiting?

Caught in a stasis, feel like I’ve wasted all this time

With people and places who’ve never related or desired