Does it start with a touch? A pulse?
A hollow inconclusive sense, that you’re lost in between what’s yet to come,
You know, that pioneers must forge ahead, forever speaking what’s unsaid,
Can’t you feel life pulling faster,
On ahead, it’s just begun,
Time keeps pushing further towards impact,
It’s just ahead, move right along,
Just when you thought you could pretend,
You’d finally figured out for sure just how this story ends,
Floor’s gone weak, rug pulled beneath your feet,
Falling deeper down this path, on ahead, yet still you ask,
Why must life keep pulling me faster?
Out of control, yet not quite done,
Time keeps pushing further towards impact,
It’s just ahead, here I come,
Can’t you feel life pulling faster,
On ahead, it’s just begun,
Time keeps pushing further towards impact,
It’s just ahead, move right along,
Here I come, it’s almost done,
Does it start with a touch?
Does it start with a touch?