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


Look, trace that silver line
Relax, now you can see the shrine


No one to talk
No one to see
Shouting in silence

In a tongue-tied 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
Your film engraved
Fax me in color

And it's the reset
For the somewhere


Flames born for blinding lights
Climbing up to glowing heights


Look, trace that silver line
Relax, now you can see the shrine