[00:17.437]A bubble floating up
[00:23.079]A perfect pink sky
[00:28.095]Dodging bullets on the go
[00:32.666]One could look too much at their reflections
[00:41.809]One could see them tear a hole
[00:46.615]One could see them tear it all
[00:52.153]The intervals that we know, they don't make a change
[01:01.479]They don't overshadow us in any way
[01:15.637]Nearly drowned in thought, almost gone there
[01:24.911]"Dodging needles takes a lot
[01:29.535]Being up here, you could drop
[01:34.054]Every bubble has its pop
[01:38.599]You'll become what you are not"
[01:46.410]And suddenly it's in your eyes
[01:56.206]The intervals that we know, they don't make a change
[02:05.453]They don't overshadow us in any way
[02:15.144]Our touch crosses oceans
[02:22.067]Our touch crosses oceans
[02:29.094]Our touch crosses oceans
[02:55.321]The intervals that we know, they don't make a change
[03:03.602]They don't overshadow us in any way
[03:13.842]A bubble floating up
[03:19.562]A perfect pink sky
[03:23.246]Moving closer, getting near
[03:27.791]Almost quiet, almost clear