I just want to go back in time When I'm not chasing my mind 'Cause I'm losing it Made pretend I'm put on a line I've been here all of the time I think I'm losing it Break the ladder I'll just let it go If it's not meant to be I won't try to turn the wrong key Build wings from what I have I'll fly Not up nor down just find Some sort of glide Glide I just wanna make up my mind Instead I'm on the red eye I think I'm losing it Tangled up in ropes I can't climb I'm clinging to the vine Break the ladder I'll just let it go If it's not meant to be I won't try to turn the wrong key Build wings from what I have I'll fly Not up nor down just find Some sort of glide Glide