Oh, carve your name in a treeOr just run your fingers through wet concrete, yeahLeave a mark, a mark worth leavingWhat’s self with, the moment’s fleetingOh, carve your name in a treeOr just run your fingers through wet concrete, yeahLeave a mark, a mark worth leavingWhat’s self with, the moment’s fleetingThe sand runs through your fingersIt’s gone but the feeling lingersOh, I’ve been out in a streetMixed with sleep paralysis I can’t scream, noBut I can’t watch, can’t watch them leavingI wake up and wind up leavingWho knows where these dreams come fromI know what I can’t becomeHold my hand wherever you are, oh ohTake me there, no matter how far out we’ll go