From The Airport - Colors (Album ver.)

You seem alone
In forgotten lights
Dressed in a suit
In a pool of white
Drifting a-way, way

Staring at the sun
So far away,
Drying your garb
In a pool of white
Drifting no-where, where?

Flames born for blinding lights
Climbing up to glowing heights
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h

Look, trace that silver line
Relax now, you can see the shrine
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h

No one to talk
No one to see
Shouting in silence
In a tongue-tied rift
Drifting a-way, way

An endless road
A senseless mind
Is that really you?
A piece of metal?
You have the cards

Echoing sounds
Falling all around
A million pieces
Your singing rain
Your dancing rain

Remember that
You film engraved
Fax me in color
And it’s the reset
For the some-where

Flames born for blinding light
Climbing up to glowing heights
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h

Look, trace that silver line
Relax now, you can see the shrine
Whoa, whoa, whoa-h