I can see the days
Flashing frames of time
Passing through the mind
It's too late to find yesterday
So we lay down down
And we sleep so sound
*The spatial divide of the skin and the glove
Is the same as the ride from below to above*
I can feel the waves
Crashing on the sand
Passing through my hands
Far away just like yesterday
Fall away down down
Fall away to the ground
I don't know if I can really see your face
Withered lines of age
Mirror mine the same
Looking through the cage of yesterday
Yesterday, down down
And we'll sleep so sound
*The spatial divide of the skin and the glove
Is the same as the ride from below to above*
