Your colors are never brighter
Than in the flowing rain
Muscles aching, bodies shaking
I ll never be the same

Time slows down
Still I can t tell
What s gonna to happen
To this body, this shell

Minds are budding in the cosmos
Within our friction of air
Mine stopped a while ago
Still all is fine and fair

What I don t possess devours my view
Why waste time wanting you

Time stops now
still I can t tell
What s going on inside
Your world, you say it s through

It s me that blocks the view
It s me that blocks your view