The moments that I have are often to vague to describe
And it feels like I'm walking, across a bridge so thin, but I trip.
Down down down I go, Its not so far.
The animals are waiting and it seems they have a taste for destruction.
Run run run while your feet catch up, grab anything you see.
As they pick the weakest from the bunch, we scatter towards the sea.
Its to slow please make it faster, they're catching up, its me they're after.
Clutch, swing, breath in, Its just a dream.