Everything that I see around me

Is sliding, sliding, sliding away



Traces of time locks in the pages

Belong in the moment

True life lives, in lies



I shall wait under the tree

From day to day and hour to hour

The meeting place



Out of home and wet, it's alright

Colored in soft lips, it's okay

Ooh, oh, oh



Everything that I see around me

Is sliding, sliding, sliding away



I shall wait under the tree

From day to day and hour to hour

The meeting place



Memory persist, it's alright

Curious friendships, it's okay



Hit like hollow drums, it's alright

Watch out here she comes, it's okay

Ooh, oh, oh