Intervals - Tamino

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