Stale Situation

You find it in the sand
A little piece of glass
When you count backwards
And try to look through it
It slows down time

Then you can see
Rays of the light
Hitting cosmic dust

At this point, you swear
It's never been this bright
Saturated colors
Are dancing around the edges
It makes you paralyzed

Then you can see
Wasted time
Turning into rust

I'll do my best to fake this conversation
Words trapped in bubbles until they pop
We've found ourselves in a stale situation
I wouldn't dare to make it stop

Blink once you're out



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Semerád, Ondřej černohorský
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