The Dazzled

I sit in the window watching my days from a safe distance
 Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant
 Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence
 It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance
 We are bound and marching to an ever static distance
 I sit in the window watching my days from a great distance
 Clock towers toll and I am frozen every instant
 Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence
 It can't be saved. It's already lost, it thrives on my resistance
 My resistance, thrives on my resistance
 Backward I brood and forward I dream for figments of existence
 We are bound and marching to an ever static distance, static distance