Songtext von 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 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