Moving straight through the glass
Can't keep up I can't find my way through the past
Eyes watching
Looking straight through
I'm looking at you but I can't seem to move

And I feel things breaking
It's a slow kind of fall
But I feel them shaking
And I can't seem to do anything at all

Slow motion picture where broken glass
Glistens in the sunlight holding the light from the dark
All you see is colours faded lights
Washing from warm to light warm to dark warm to white

I feel things breaking
It's a slow kind of fall
And I feel them shaking
And I can't seem to do anything at all
Anything at all