2:29

It’s like being stuck in a vice
Standing on the edge of a bridge
Wondering what the view’s like from the bottom
And seeing only mud

Thinking that the timing’s right
But knowing that it’s wrong
Watching the hands ticking by
Until the clock comes undone

Pieces of a shattered life
Staring back from the murky water
Mocking the viewer as they watch
The mud rising up their legs

Engulfed by the fear and unknown
Looking for comfort in a stranger’s eyes
They look at their watch
And shake their head

You’re either a sunrise over the mountains
Or a sunset over jagged rocks
Piercing the serenity of day
The latter seems most fitting

The vice is tightening
It’s getting hard to breathe
That view is looking farm more appealing
The mud now looks like home