In the middle of the day my eyes see different things
I'm carried by clouds, mesmerized by those yellow rings
All kinds of things, I see everything
They simply fade back
Just in case I was off track
Did that blue really turn black?
My eyes play tricks
Sometimes I run out of words for this existence
But some days, the word spray has no resistance
In the middle of the day
I'm at a loss for words
In the middle of the day
I'm at a loss for words