Time
It's never worth my time
Blue shine
Bleeds into my eyes
I still
Sleep on the right side
Of the white noise
Can't leave the scene behind
Could I be anything you want me to be
Its always meant to be seen
[Chorus]
When you see yourself in a crowded room
Do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped?
And will you step in line or release the glitch?
And can you fall asleep with a panic switch?
And when you see yourself in a crowded room
Do your fingers itch, are you pistol-whipped?
Will you step in line or release the glitch?
Do you think she'll sleep with the panic...
Mm, I'll try
To hold on tight tonight
Pink slip
Inviting me inside
Wanna burn skin
And brand what once was mine
But the red views
Keep ripping the divide
If I go everywhere you want me to go
How will I know you'll still follow?
[Chorus]
I'm waiting and fading and floating away
I'm waiting and fading and floating away
I'm waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating
I'm waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading and floating away
Waiting and fading, waiting and fading
[Chorus]
This song was heavy on the radio in 2009-2010 when I was witnessing the disintegration of a non-profit I helped build from 1989 to 2000. The meetings were brutal: a lot of power-hungry people who placed no value on what we had created. They were eager to get me out. "Do you see yourself in a crowded room?" I felt I might need a panic switch. In the end I resigned my presidency when there was not a single person left to support my leadership. In the next few years, everybody who was pushing the removal had left. They succeeded in getting rid of me, then lost all interest.