You seem alone,
In forgotten lights,
Dressed in a suit,
In a pool of white,
Drifting away, way
Staring at the sun,
So far away,
Drying your garb,
In a pool of white,
Drifting nowhere, where?
Flames born for blinding lights,
Climbing up to glowing heights,
Whoa, whoa, whoah
Look, trace that silver line,
Relax now, you can see the shrine,
Whoa, whoa, whoah
No one to talk,
No one to see,
Shouting in silence,
In a tonguetied rift,
Drifting away, way
An endless road,
A senseless mind,
Is that really you?
A piece of metal?
You have the cards
Echoing sounds,
Falling all around,
A million pieces,
Your singing rain,
Your dancing rain
Remember that,
You film engraved,
Fax me in color,
And it's the reset
For the somewhere
Flames born for blinding light,
Climbing up to glowing heights,
Whoa, whoa, whoah
Look, trace that silver line,
Relax now, you can see the shrine,
Whoa, whoa, whoah
- 专辑：Colors
- 歌手：From The Airport
- 歌曲：Colors
