The Sense Of Movement

I'll through it away
No matter what the reasons are
I'm picking up the shades here
The stones i threw away
Are now back into my vault
I'm counting on the rocks here

Try to keep up the way
Daring I'll seize it up
Having to forget it
Forgive it another thing
You still in my pocket box
There you cannot harm me

Time lay no mercy on my instincts
Did I just loose them all
And all the stupid things, misunderstood.
All Ive counted on