Wheels scraping by the stillness Ripping through what it could never be There's no eventually Existentially removing dreams Caught leaking out through the seams There's holes in what you see It's seems to be, the reason I'm amiss is I can't look without flying through the street It's so easy to complete the puzzle, run another Waiting for the right color to speak Vacant from the silent plain Is every storm that's never rained They scream 'Don't you believe?' Chalking up the latest theme The mark reminds of color schemes There's none that you can read It's seems to be, the reason I'm amiss is I can't look without flying through the street It's so easy to complete the puzzle, run another Waiting for the right color to speak