Through the water covered glass
'cross a multi-coloured ocean
of moving bodies I try to get a glimpse
of that red coat
The things I usually recall...
are words she never got to hear
I'm falling now
I'm crashing down again
I'm being pulled inside out
I'm falling now
and I'm losing ground... losing ground
As I'm staring at the wall, finding patterns
in the cracks... I reflect upon the fact
that I probably deverved this
The thing I usually recall (the little sings I never saw)
Are words she never got to hear (I'm so alone in here)
