Isolations, dotted lines Seas of concrete, wild eyes Streaking colors, blurred to one Always moving, blinding sun Blinding sun Coldest comfort, safety glass Seasons turning, dying grass California, gilded crowns Idle workers, counting down
Somewhere down, down Down in the ocean of sound, sound We'll live in slow-motion And be free With doors unlocked and open Doors unlocked and open
Isolation Isolation California, gilded crowns Idle workers, counting down
Somewhere down, down Down in the ocean of sound, sound We'll live in slow-motion And be free With doors unlocked and open Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down, down Down in the ocean of sound, sound We'll live in slow-motion And be free With doors unlocked and open Doors unlocked and open Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down, down Down in the ocean of sound, sound We'll live in slow-motion And be free With doors unlocked and open Doors unlocked and open
Somewhere down
Doors unlocked and open Doors unlocked and open Doors unlocked and open