I’m running here
Every focus is splintered
Every attempt he can afford
Rendered pointless and it’s streaming down
Senses together they move cleaner than transit will allow
And sometimes i wanna move cleaner than transit will allow to be Electricity (x4)
Now inbetween
Leaving and arriving
I can try to digest this sequence of events
Again i draw it out
And again i get delayed reaction
I get splinters
I watch the people and the cars
It’s slow motion
They’re beautiful like breaking glass
Not yet broken
My motion is silver on the point
Of a moment — splinter — moment
My vision, the colour of Electricity (x4)
Moment splinter moment
Splinter into colour
And let me be Electricity (x4)