Colors of the sun Flashing on the water top Echo on the land Picking for a coin Many other tiny worlds Singing past my hand Awake to understand You
and counting T minus 15, 14, 13 T minus 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 [Incomprehensible] 93 million miles from the blistering surface of the sun Hangs the planet
sea and sand I'm a surface ever-changing I get burdened by the things I just don't understand And all the mountains left to climb But then the morning sun
And we won't be breathing in that same sun again. None of this will ever surface again. How we get older, how we forget about eachother. And the angel
I'm a bubble in a sound wave, a sonic push for energy Exploding like the sun, a flash of clean light hope All you scientists can hold your breath Can
be And I've forgotten the woman in red, living her dream And I've forgotten the courage I used to be Happiness is overrated, it never lasts Skating the surface
The sun was going down behind the tattoo tree And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea And all because of the phosphorus there in
wants to eat you now rise to the surface, break through the water take a look around, listen to the sound and for the very first time, reach to the sky with the sun
Well, there was sand, there were tiles The sun had melted the sand And it coagulated like a river of glass When it hardened, he looked at the surface
superior truth You are born to live the ignorance And you're proud to kill your spiritual youth From the upper sea of the setting sun you submit all
tradition, I could not run I was raised by a river weaned upon the sky And in the mirror of the waters, I saw myself learn to cry As the tears hit the surface
want you to always know exactly how I feel I need your help to weather what the epicenter deals When doubt is held at bay, but the surface rubs away The sun
And right now we're in the sun Sure enough, seasons change But don't let today get lost Cause today the sun's on us Today the sun's on us You're so
my lungs It's a waste of a song I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun And I would be an astronaut For I have come to surface to catch some
and hide Invariably the fantasy is sweeter than the real Holla So many intangibles and things that you ain't feel On the surface like rooftops that bask in the sun
the blood that flowed from the palms of his hands On the plow till earth till I'm now Moon cycles revisited, womb fruit of the sun Full moon of occasions
in record time No more use for the side streets now It's just a twenty minute ride Hot sun all day Glassy surface, water bowl No luck, not even bites
The deceiving calm betrays all signs of impeding change. Evening tide what do you hide, damnation or salvation? As my skin breaks the blackened surface