Soft fading light
And on the street below
the people come and go
and the traffic rushes by and then the lights turn red

Cold now and it is getting late
And people look at their watches
As they wait for the bus
And there's a man with no gloves and he blows on his fin

Your eyes are closing
Smooth
Ice melting around you
And so, so smooth

I don't know why I can't find you
Smooth
And it feels like floating
So, so smooth

Your eyes are closing
Smooth
My tears appearing
So, so smooth

Like floating
Like float