You seem alone
In forgotten lights
Dressed in a suit
In a pool of white
Drifting away
Staring at the sun
So far away
Drying your garb
In a pool of white
Drifting nowhere
Flames born for blinding lights
Climbing up to glowing heights
Whoa whoa whoah
Look trace that silver line
Relax now you can see the shrine
Whoa whoa whoah
No one to talk
No one to see
Shouting in silence
In a tonguetied rift
Drifting away
An endless road
A senseless mind
Is that really you
A piece of metal
You have the cards
Echoing sounds
Falling all around
A million pieces
Your singing rain
Your dancing rain
Remember that
You film engraved
Fax me in color
And it's the reset
For the somewhere
Flames born for blinding light
Climbing up to glowing heights
Whoa whoa whoah
Look trace that silver line
Relax now you can see the shrine
Whoa whoa whoah
Whoa whoa whoah
Look trace that silver line
Relax now you can see the shrine
Whoa whoa whoah