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