Open Up My Eager Eyes
(The Killers - Mr. Brightside)

I’m lying in an empty field looking up at the sky and wondering if those thunder clouds are pushed by the winds of change.

Should I take cover? I’m short on time, can you wait a minute?

There are days where I can’t escape the memories etched into the synapses of my brain. There are also days where I can persuade myself to play none-the-wiser to the antics of my depression.

I wonder if tomorrow is really today disguised because all the days seem the same to me. How do I break free from this cycle?

I can outrun my haunts and the cynics in my mind but I can only run as far as my destiny will allow me.

Eventually everything comes full circle.