

(hahhh) We carved our names in frozen smoke
And traded words we never spoke
Gravity is bending
soft and slow (ooooh)
Under the quiet dome we drift away
Out where the colors turn to grey (aaahhh)
Dusty glass and broken gears
Measuring the unlived years
We are only shadows of a song
That played too long
Under the quiet dome we drift away
Out where the colors turn to grey
We drift away...