Eyes of blue green sea Sink gazing lazy lid On which floating frame While just below the surface of his own skin Thoughtless strands of life, caught in the end begin Slow flows a fate against the tide But change is swiff when worlds collide In the empty space Left between his two ears Blinding lights replaced All of his fermer fears It burns so bright the moths come 'round Looking for a fight Or some brilliant way to drown out the bitter night Slow flows a fate against the tide But change is swiff when worlds collide Slow flows a fate against the tide But change is swiff when worlds collide