There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship′s smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move, but I can′t hear what you're saying
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now