Beads of sweat, under kept
Swept beneath the black edge
Self control, my regret
Can’t compete with that edge
Colors fall dark, dark
Cradle the spark
Until you have fire
This time, I really lost it
Don’t know where you are
Let's hope I come across it
In the water
This time, I really lost it
Don’t know where you are
Let's hope I come across it
Water, water, oh, oh
Creeping both feet in
Through a kaleidoscope lens
Needing new reason
To descend into panic again
Colors burn dark, dark
Cradle the spark
Until you make fire
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