Everything that I see around me
Is sliding, sliding, sliding away
Traces of time locks in the pages
Belong in the moment
True life lives, in lies
I shall wait under the tree
From day to day and hour to hour
The meeting place
Out of home and wet, it's alright
Colored in soft lips, it's okay
Ooh, oh, oh
Everything that I see around me
Is sliding, sliding, sliding away
I shall wait under the tree
From day to day and hour to hour
The meeting place
Memory persist, it's alright
Curious friendships, it's okay
Hit like hollow drums, it's alright
Watch out here she comes, it's okay
Ooh, oh, oh
