Talking 'bout things we've seen Paris to Oslo seem like dreams Looking back, was it real? You know how things sometimes feel You can run but you can get no further than Three city blocks from where you began Caught in a wasted state of mind Here you come, here you come Now you're gone Where will it take me? Why am I waiting? Caught in a stasis, feel like I've wasted all this time With people and places who've never related or desired