In transit

Why do you keep in transit
following, hurry me
We're late again in the early hours
of the rushing time, still mind

These paths can't write books no more
Im jumping against the shore
trying to drown more easily

What's this holy water for?
No one's thirsty

Yellow night at night
where's has my old friend gone
that one

And the red son to stop the numb
from falling into the green
that green

If we feel like hurried
there's nothing we've been missing
Then you feel worried
to realize our growing distance