Tristâme Inertia

And I see you through the years, moving forward while I stand still. Do you see me as you grow, or have you passed me by long ago? Once again, once again, you are there in my head. Stone-like body, nostalgic soul, withered senses can’t handle more of these future steps we take, a distortion of a past well loved and lived. Once again, once again, you are there in my head. Stop this clock, stay with me. This walk of life is a walk that has taken all that’s dear.