These Demos Are Haunting Me

The light hits the floor, how do I get out?
Used to be I’d make a key, but
The more that I learn
The less that I want to see
I see strings laid out like a path
These demos are haunting me
While dreaming’s free, I’m nervous to ask
What is it costing me?
Am I slipping so far out of touch?
No, I’m not obsessed, I’m better than that
Tell me is it true, I want too much?
The truth is hard to say, it’s all that I know
Where do I go?
How long will it take us to sort this out?
Find a place where we belong?
The older I grow
The smaller my world becomes
I see strings laid out like a path
These demos are haunting me
While dreaming’s free, I’m nervous to ask
What is it costing me?
Am I slipping so far out of touch?
No, I’m not obsessed, I’m better than that
Tell me is it true, I want too much?
The truth is hard to say, it’s all that I know
Am I slipping so far out of touch?
No, I’m not obsessed, I’m better than that
Tell me is it true, I want too much?
The truth is hard to say, it’s all that I know
Am I slipping so far out of touch?
No, I’m not obsessed, I’m better than that
Tell me is it true, I want too much?
The truth is hard to say, it’s all that I know
Where do I go?