The Same?

Are we the same inside?
Or is it just an illusion,
of the mind we left behind?

It's your turn to switch the lights,
It's my turn to catch a train,
It's been too long with all the same.

If you cut my soul,
would I still look like this,
Like something without the answers?

It's your turn to switch the lights,
It's my turn to catch a train,
We've been too long with all the same.

Do you know how hard you try,
to slip inside my memory?
With that sting of old normality.

It's your turn to switch the lights,
It's my turn to catch a train,
It's our time to run away.