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 its pop
You´ll become what you are not"

And suddenly it´s in your eyes

The intervals that we know, they don´t make a change
They don´t overshadow us in any way

Our touch crosses oceans

A bubble floating up
A perfect pink sky
Moving closer, getting near
Almost quiet, almost clear