Static Blur

The ceiling turns to water;

The clock has stopped its hands;

I'm walking through the hallway;

Of things I don't understand;

Is it real this time?

Everything is soft and grey;

Is it real this time?

Everything just floats away;

The blue light in the window;

A garden made of glass;

I'm waiting for the morning;

To watch the colours pass;

Is it real this time?

Everything is soft and grey;

Is it real this time?

Everything just floats away;

Slow down, don't wake me up;

Slow down, the sky is cold and deep;

Is it real this time?

Everything is soft and grey;

Is it real this time?

Everything just floats away;