And sometimes they don't
They're changing and it looks like
And it's like I'm floating up
The ounce of perfection
It's like a tunnel of colors
You worried away
Will I be able to fly through the different colors?
And sometimes they mix
And making the colors and sometimes not
Through a tunnel of colors
After our reflections
They're flowing through each other
They move and they flow into each other
Of yesterday, yesterday, today
And on top of each other and sometimes mixing
