Times a Crime

When everything seems strange, your body and soul are not quite in place, and your thoughts are spinning around in search of meaning. The feeling that time is not just the clock on the wall, but something that slips through your fingers. Everything around you seems to be falling into place, but it's too late, and all that remains is a quiet struggle with yourself, with the desire to find recognition when you no longer know what that recognition is. The song is like looking in the mirror, where you seem to be there, but somehow not quite. It's as if you're staring into the void, trying to pull yourself together to just move on, so that at least something becomes clear. And time, meanwhile, like a cruel detective, leaves no chance.