Coming from afar and heading for the sun. I think of us when we were molecules. Sleeping in the dark and like a loaded gun. Waiting for reactions to occur.
I'm running down the stairs. I'm running down the stairs. I'm running down the stairs. To catch it, trap it in a lens, oh, don't let it get away. . I'm running down the stairs.
I gotta listen to the echo. Cause it seems like there's someone. Someone listening. I gotta pay a close attention,. To what's out there in the distance.