Pomelo Tongue -

This solemn state derails my train of thought

Exhuming hours from the station’s clock

Savour it

Savour it

If you wanted more

Then allocate my will not to be a bore

For you and all your strength

Oh it must be great just to be awake

I’m so low

Floored by a condition

That these frets simply console

Tied to intuition: «I know something you don’t''

And that’s the best part

Spilling paint all over the highway

Just to see where they would go

Shapes, patterns and colours

Tricking your brain to see the fabrications

Of intrinsic feats of bravery

Nothing matters but humanity

Savour it

Savour it

If you wanted more

Then allocate my will not to be a bore

For you and all your strength

Oh it must be great just to be awake

I’m so low

Floored by a condition

That these frets simply console

Tied to intuition: «I know something you don’t''

And that’s the best part

Spilling paint all over the highway

Just to see where they would go

Shapes, patterns and colours

Tricking your brain to see the fabrications

Of intrinsic feats of bravery

Nothing matters but humanity