Losing my aim losing time

And after

Ten in the morning I find

It matters

But it's all right this time

Pulls from the tether to rise

And shatters

Caught in the wind far and wide

It scatters

If I hear the call

Of the lorelei

No I will not fall

It's all right this time

Never patterns

But for the loss of things

Gaining

Catching up with me

And these ladders

Rising and endlessly

Leading

Nowhere I can see

If I hear them cry

That it's killing time

No I will not fight

It's all right this time