Chasing time, Istingious falling behind, Pass them by, We're climbing and crossing the sky. Never throw me around like that, You and me we're fading fast, Scared that it will hurt so bad, If we crossed. Never throw me around like that, You and me we're fading fast, But something about a colors back, Yes, like that. We were breathing as one, Same as talking about "All Or Nothing" Once, twice, its some hands feeling touching, Colors back, yes, like that. Feel them touching. Feel us touching. Feel them touching, Colors back, yes, like that.