she walks to the river and leaves a sigh

sits on the bench and closes her eyes

warm summer breeze caresses her skin

no future or past

her present is perfect

this moment will last

as long as she lets it

we all escape things sometimes

redefining our secret problems

painting the world that we want to inhabit

we see the real thing and we just can't grab it

he walks to the station

coins in his hands

his destination and his land

will zero the hero be working today

no future or past

this present is painful

this moment will pass

but he'll never be hateful

we all escape things sometimes

turning your back is a simple solution

you know reality can feed the colors

but in the end we need each other

we all escape things sometimes

redefining our secret problems

painting a world that we want to inhabit

we see the real thing and we just can't grab it

we only skip things sometimes

turning your back is a simple solution

you know reality can feel the colors

but in the end we need each other