With a Birdseye view
Out of sight, out of mind
Just me and you
Nostalgia for what it was
The moon sharing that lonely world
Where from I should have known
The rotation was off all along.
Separation with a pane of glass,
So thick that the sounds were muffled and mixed into my own one track mind
Slowing down the spin that always won
Peace above the crowd
Above the crowd.