Fragments on the sea, birds of prey above
All that lies beneath, no longer what is was
It changed, why can't we relate?
Shadows from the deep, the thoughts we're afraid of
Secrets that we keep, the surface of our love
And hate, why can't we relate
With ourselves with what we open up when it's too late?
What we used to be, what we will become
Worlds we cannot see, breaking up by one
By one, slowly we fell under a spell
One by one, slowly we wake up
Fragments of a scene, from a distant stage undone
Little time machine, messages of love
And hate, why can't we collate
With ourselves with what we open up when it's too late?