墨晕迷踪

The ceiling turns to water

I’m breathing in the glass

Minutes lose their corners

Watching seasons pass

A heavy kind of honey

Is dripping from the moon

I’m sleeping in the center

Of a blue afternoon

Slow motion

Everything is slow motion

Floating in the deep end

Slow motion

Heavy like a secret

Slow motion

Everything is slow motion

Floating in the deep end

My hands are made of paper

The floor is made of sand

I’m reaching for a feeling

That I can’t quite understand

The clock is moving backwards

To where the day began

I’m walking on the surface

Without a place to land

Slow motion

Everything is slow motion

Floating in the deep end

Slow motion

Heavy like a secret

Slow motion

Everything is slow motion

Floating in the deep end

Slow motion

Everything is slow motion

Floating in the deep end

Slow motion

Heavy like a secret

Slow motion

Everything is slow motion

Floating in the deep end