Luke Hemmings - Starting Line

In and out of focus
Moments that I keep
Something for the pain
And something so I sleep
Won’t you comfort me?
Warm the air that I breathe

Visceral in doses
Hiding in the seams
Standing on the sun and I don’t feel a thing
Won’t you comfort me?
Take the fear I don’t need

I wake every morning with the years ticking by
I’m missing all these memories, maybe they were never mine
I feel the walls are closing
I’m running out of the time
I think I missed the gun at the starting line

Tell me, am I broken?
I can never leave
Biting on my tongue and
Checking if it bleeds
Is it lost on me?
All the things I believe

Something like an omen
I can never keep
Moving on and on, so very bittersweet
Is it lost on me?
All the things I don’t need