living at different paces evading into various places my compa** has broken I'm losing the way an ongoing madness has lead me astray in me there's still a place that fulfils me a sanctity here that I call home I run to when winter descends if I try can I find solid ground? I follow illusive paths oh it seems they've been written in stone and the door to a new life is closing so fast burning the bridges will not bring me back in me there's still a place that fulfils me a sanctity here that I call home I run to when winter descends if I try can I find solid ground? in me there's still a place that fulfils me a sanctity here that I call home I run to when winter descends if I try can I find solid groud? I know that in me there's still a place that fulfils me a sanctity here that I call home I run to when winter descends if I try can I find solid groud? or am I just wasting time? wasting time