Intervals

A bubble floating up

A perfect pink sky

Dodging bullets on the go

One could look too much

At their reflections, one could see them tear a hole

One could see them tear it all

The intervals that we know

They don't make a change

They don't overshadow

Us in any way

Nearly drowned in thought

Almost gone there

Dodging needles takes a lot

Being up here, you could drop

Every bubble has it's pop

You'll become what you are not

Suddenly it's in your eyes, hmm

The intervals that we know

They don't make a change

They don't overshadow

Us in any way

Yes, our touch crosses oceans

Our time, promises are truth

Our touch crosses oceans

Oh, yeah, hmm, yeah

The intervals that we know

They don't make a change

They don't overshadow

Us in any way

A bubble floating up

The perfect pink sky

Moving closer, getting nearer

Almost quiet, almost clear