Hollow Drums

Everything that I see around me
Is sliding, sliding, sliding away

Traces of time locks in the pages
Belong in the moment
True life lives, in lies

I shall wait under the trees
From day to day and hour to hour
The meeting place

Out of home and wits, it's alright
Colored in soft lips, it's okay
Ooh, oh, oh

Everything that I see around me
Is sliding, sliding, sliding away

I shall wait under the trees
From day to day and hour to hour
The meeting place

Memory persist, it's alright
Curious friendships, it's okay

Hit like hollow drums, it's alright
Watch out here she comes, it's okay
Ooh, oh, oh