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 it 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 it change They don't overshadow us in any way Yes, our touch crosses oceans Our touch crosses oceans Our touch crosses oceans ♪ The intervals that we know, they don't make it change They don't overshadow us in any way A bubble floating up A perfect pink sky Moving closer, getting near Almost quiet, almost clear