Now, the red rust flows inside me, all the way to my fingertips
The morning sun stirs behind my eyes
It keeps swirling until it melts away
The wheels seem to be turning quietly, they’re starting to turn
With every breath of moonlight I take, every breath I take
It sharpens my senses
repeat
The wheels have started turning quietly, they’ve started to turn
She calls the sun
Illuminate this room with the color of the wind
She calls the sun
I’ve woken up, just drifting along, "It’s an illusion!"
I feel like I’ll forget, like I’ll soon forget it all