The morning crawls in crooked colors A mouth of hours chewing at my heels My shadow folds itself in patterns As if it knows the things I fear The sky bends like a hidden compass Pointing where I swore I’d never walk My heartbeat drags the world in circles Pulling questions I can’t name I'm running from the shape of time She is there, she is not mine I'm running from the shape of time From the vein of time? From the safe of time A doorway rises out of nothing Framed by thoughts I tried to burn I feel the future watch me trembling Waiting for the moment I turn I'm running from the shape of time She is there, she is not mine I'm running from the shape of time From the vein of time? From the safe of time