Lucky numbers existential signs
Small superstitions keeping me alive
Praying to the emptiness for extra time
To spend alone in my hotel as my life goes by
And in the chaos I find peace and quiet
Nothing means anything, I'm always tired
A flash of colour before I expire
It's just a hug at the bar
Another voice in the choir

And it's hard to explain
But I've been feeling this way
Like I'm watching myself
Live my life outside of me

Hold on
As life from my window seat moves on
Everything is temporary
Hold on
To seconds of life in slow motion
Everything is temporary

Here it comes
The chorus of the morning
In volumes, merciless and overwhelming
Take my hand and walk with me into the glory of my ending
I am nothing
But ain't that something?

Hold on
As life from my window seat moves on
Everything is temporary
Hold on
To seconds of life in slow motion
Everything is temporary

And in the chaos I find peace and quiet
Nothing means anything, I'm always tired
A flash of colour before I expire
It's just a hug at the bar
Another voice in the choir

And it's hard to explain
But I've been feeling this way
Like I'm watching myself
Live my life outside of me

Everything is temporary
Everything is temporary

Hold on
As life from my window seat moves on
Everything is temporary
Hold on
To seconds of life in slow motion
Everything is temporary