I think too much of all that's gone, of how it was before my thoughts
Obsessed with choices made for sure, in ignorance of history and consequence
As more and more, I misremember hopelessly
The way love turned out every time was never quite enough

I lose all my life like this, reflecting time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now

I think too much of all to come, of how it will be after I give up
My weary dance with age and resignation moves me slow
Toward a dark and empty stage, where I can sing of all I know
The way love turns out every time will never be enough

I waste all my world like this, intending time and memories
And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop and empty out my mind
Of all the ghosts and all the dreams, all I hold to in belief
That all I ever am is somehow never quite all I am now

And all for fear of what I'll find if I just stop