Lyrics: Ray Saetta
Music: Ray Saetta
The colors got louder than the noise in the room
My focus got smaller, like a pin-point of gloom
Yeah, I'm here but I'm not, just a body on a seat
My pulse is the only rhythm I can feel in the beat
The colors got louder than the noise in the room
My focus got smaller, like a pin-point of gloom
Yeah, I'm here but I'm not, just a body on a seat
My pulse is the only rhythm I can feel in the beat
I see your mouth movin', but I don't hear a word
It's like watchin' a movie where the audio's blurred
The light from the window hits the glass on the table
It splits into pieces, makes the whole thing unstable
I'm just tracing the pattern of the wood grain instead
It's a much safer story than the one in my head
My leg's fallin' sleep, feel the pins and the static
This feeling is quiet, this feeling's automatic
The colors got louder than the noise in the room
My focus got smaller, like a pin-point of gloom
Yeah, I'm here but I'm not, just a body on a seat
My pulse is the only rhythm I can feel in the beat
The colors got louder than the noise in the room
My focus got smaller, like a pin-point of gloom
Yeah, I'm here but I'm not, just a body on a seat
My pulse is the only rhythm I can feel in the beat
Someone put their hand on my arm, felt it through the shirt
Didn't flinch, didn't move, just absorbed the brief hurt
Of the touch, 'cause it pulled me halfway back from the gray
Then my mind just let go and I floated away
This cup in my hand, it's gotten cold, I can tell
Been holdin' it for hours in this strange, quiet hell
No, hell isn't right, 'cause there isn't any fire
Just a hum in my bones and a worn-out desire
To just stay right here, 'til it all disappears
The colors got louder than the noise in the room
My focus got smaller, like a pin-point of gloom
Yeah, I'm here but I'm not, just a body on a seat
My pulse is the only rhythm I can feel in the beat
The colors got louder than the noise in the room
My focus got smaller, like a pin-point of gloom
Yeah, I'm here but I'm not, just a body on a seat
My pulse is the only rhythm I can feel in the beat
The colors got louder than the noise in the room
My focus got smaller, like a pin-point of gloom
Yeah, I'm here but I'm not, just a body on a seat
My pulse is the only rhythm I can feel in the beat