Intro: (x2) Verse: I was feeling nostalgic for the days when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling. I remember the feeling of the museless existence. Of the drunk, bored and listless, endless waiting for something that I knew wasn't coming. And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3) And it seems these days I'm captive in this Bridge: (x2) Verse: I was up to my neck in motivation neglect when I felt soft waves of purpose crashing onto the surface. I was feeling nostalgic for the days when my thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling. I remember the feeling And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3) And it seems these days I'm captive in this Solo: (x2) And it seems these days I'm captive in this borrowed time. (x3) And it seems these days I'm captive in this