Like an abstract composition of life, times run out.
Faceless and afraid, there is a sharp tone of horizontal lines blinks in still water,
there is an illusion of my body floating free.
Hot shots colored tears flows down from my cheek like a rainy morning.
Blue, green and yellow lights, the water is colored into a rainbow, the wind turns and daylight is rising,
like a shimmering mica turns a flash down, like a hot shot red and warm evening.
Bouncing waves splashing over my timeless body, out of focus for the brightness of the sun,
hot shots and time comes back to life, and i falling uppwards in focus, sharply again to trust my day.
By Tommy Hammarsten/Dj tomsten all right reserved©
A Tombstone record lyric 2018©®