Oxygen is just like water you can't see, surrounding everything
And every song moves like the spirit
What a sound invisibility
Being a man's like living underwater, you can't see
Days will float by carelessly
If there was something before then there's something after
Don't take the middle so seriously
And there was a time that's still beneath my fingers when I thought
What's unseen has been lost
And there was a time that I can still remember when I thought
That God was like a song
Was I wrong?
If every song moves like the spirit, what's separating you from me?