sorrow, but nothing's behind it
our love, but nothing's in it.
we can feel it without eyes we can't watch it, any way
vacant, vacant, vacant, hologram of vacuum
I saw flying white pillow
I saw flying white pillow
I saw flying white pillow
I'm in flying white pillow
(welcome to the 4th dimension)
sorrow, but nothing's up there
holding hands, but can't catch it
we can feel it without eyes we can't watch it, any way
pieces of light in a vacuum
pieces of light in a vacuum