Intervals

A bubble floating up A perfect pink sky Dodging bullets on the go One could look too much at their reflections One could see them tear a hole One could see them tear it all The intervals that we know, they don't make a change They don't overshadow us in any way Nearly drowned in thought, almost gone there "Dodging needles takes a lot Being up here, you could drop Every bubble has its pop You'll become what you are not" And suddenly it's in your eyes The intervals that we know, they don't make a change They don't overshadow us in any way Our touch crosses oceans A bubble floating up A perfect pink sky Moving closer, getting near Almost quiet, almost clear

Intervalos

Una burbuja flotando un cielo perfecto rosa esquivando balas en su camino uno podria ver mucho en sus reflejos un podria verlo desgarrar un hoyo uno podria verlos desgarrarlo todo los intervalos que conocemos, no hacen cambio no nos opacan de ninguna forma casi ahogado en pensamiento, casi me fui ahi esquivando agujas se necesita mucho estando aqui arriba, podrias soltar cada burbuja tiene su explote tu te convertiras en lo que no eres y de repende esta en tus ojos los intervalos que conocemos, no hacen ningun cambio no nos opacan de ninguna forma nuestro toque cruza oceanos Una burbuja flotando un cuelo rosa perfecto moviendose mas cerca, acercandose casi quieta, casi clara