You feel lonely
but you re never alone
you let the distance
with the others to grow
coloured cycles
on a black canvas drawn
you can see the void
but you are on your own


Time is winding down
you hear the clock ticking
you push away those who are standing
cause they block your way
and you have to get through
the invisible door as its closing
as its closing


You hear a song
but you ve queued the next one
you see a face
but you ve queued the next one
you change places so fast
till they re fading
end up being
blurred colors on a painting


Time is winding down
you hear the clock ticking
you push away those who are standing
cause they block your way
and you have to get through
the invisible door as its closing
as its closing


The smell of hurry
is everywhere
and the sand in the glass
is pilling
everything looks still
as you move
so you stop (pause)
only for a moment


Time is winding down
you hear the clock ticking
you push away those who are standing
cause they block your way
and you have to get through
the invisible door as its closing
as its closing



And its closing but you cant remember
what's on the other side