Colour Fading Paroles

I start out to breathe
A sign of any weakness
Will wash over me

Luck lost and tempered
It's all of a kind
To come out and see it
A simple divine

Move over, move over
Move over, move over

Some plight to remember
As it would appear
What falls short of focus
Will not stay clear

Stand back at a distance
Stay out of reach
Hidden in a meaning Dreams filled with laughter
You cannot explain

A show of elation
Colliding themes
Separation needed
So that you watch over me

Move over, over...