When time has no meaning
Where sickness means health
When little things make sense
But I love that insane mess
I found my little piece of sanity
In a land that has no name
In a town with no rules
I know how to play the game

I'm colorblind
And yet I think I'm seeing rainbows
The dry ground is growing green
My past seems far behind
That nagging motion in my veins
No longer reminds me of my pain

Give it 5 months
Six to be precise
That feeling of vanity
Will finally show its price
Right then and there
Where everybody knows my name
In a place I call home
I'll know if they will be there

Give it three days
2 if you count right
All my good intentions
Will fade with the light
Can I be strong
The confidence in my movement
The energy with rushing along