I just want to go back in time

When I'm not chasing my mind

'Cause I'm losing it

Made pretend I'm put on a line

I've been here all of the time

I think I'm losing it

Break the ladder I'll just let it go

If it's not meant to be

I won't try to turn the wrong key

Build wings from what I have I'll fly

Not up nor down just find

Some sort of glide

Glide

I just wanna make up my mind

Instead I'm on the red eye

I think I'm losing it

Tangled up in ropes I can't climb

I'm clinging to the vine

Break the ladder I'll just let it go

If it's not meant to be

I won't try to turn the wrong key

Build wings from what I have I'll fly

Not up nor down just find

Some sort of glide

Glide