Watch The Days - Kirsty Hawkshaw

I watch the days go by 
But they do not belong to me 
I seek to free the blind 
Mercury 
To the edge where life meets space 
To me now, this is a familiar place 
I could be the fool 
The sun only know from where I came 
See the road whirling motionless 
Before me 
I am not who I think I am 
I am when I think not 
Torn between fear and safe places to hide 
Born decide