All mirrors and smoke screens To pervert reality Great expectations Loaded possibilities Can you feel the pull It's tugging at the seams It's all that I can see The colour, colour on the other side The colour, colour on the other side The colour, colour on the other side Running on further And the tunnel starts to roll There must be something All the corridors and holes Can you feel the pull It's tugging at the seams It's all that I can see The colour, colour on the other side The colour, colour on the other side The colour, colour on the other side Don't you ask me, I'm over it Don't you ask me, my memory's empty Don't you ask me, I'm over it Don't you ask me, I'm over it Can you feel the weight It's gonna pull down on you, down on you, down on you