Mauritania to Willesden Green, the truth is faster than a laser beam.
Cross a table in the seven seas; it’s coloring, coloring everything.
Spot the difference if you can, come on, catch a fire inside your hand.
Warm sound, falling slowly, takes the time away from me.
Warm sound, feeling no pain; taking time away from me.
Fake feeler, I see through you with my eyes closed.
They can’t tell me what they can’t see: how it feels here.
Just how it feels here.
Just how it feels here…
Cleaning up the things you left behind…
Are you on to find some peace of mind?
Are you aware of the mess you left behind?
Scared to think away the cheer.
Looking back in a mirror, it all becomes clear.
The views are not the same;
I see sun, you see rain.
Cleaning up the mess you left behind.
Now you’re sitting sure, yes, in an old tree
You’ve tied our legs, and so now we have three
You dip your toes into the ice cold sea
I see your reflection, your reflection is me
Yes I am
You’re just dodging all the friendly fire
You’re never dressed in the right attire
You miss the start of every game
You’re my flame
You make hay when the sun don’t shine
You don’t need a dollar, you don’t need a dime
You burn at both ends yet still you’re fine
You’re my flame
Days behold lives unfold
Can’t move on so much untold
Shades of gold we’ve been sold
Been deceived while we believe
If today is all we see
Then tomorrow seems to me
Is just an illusion we believe
Strive to see hope to be
To be some small part of eternity
If today is all we see
Then tomorrow seems to me is
Just an illusion we believe
