Eight By Eight

Pause 
  Time bends at the continuation of memory 
  A rose blooms, at my smile 
  Death scatters away, turning into hardened blood 
  I'm a breathing Pygmalion 
  Yeah flashing lights black and white 
  Silenced, breathless emotion 
  Sound that my voice pours out;  slow motion 
  Like the blinds, chaos of a crowded street covers my sight 
  Like a blind painter's brush strokes 
  I think it's time;  a night as dark as a darkroom 
  Sweat, as if flooding a winter river, freezes by the eyes 
  I just ran my foolish life;  Oh I was a fool 
  In slowing down even the death is beautiful 

  Love and pain;  memory's speed;  slow motion 
  Dreams nightmares;  innocence's speed;  slow motion 

  I'm listening to the heartbeats 
  This cotton-felt ring that surrounds and turns my body 
  It seems as if it would be hard to discern it with eyes;  this is the third party's touch 
  The soft warmth, binding me bindlessly 
  The sound cuts in and out;  beyond this fog is one act play 
  Light that just blends and I have our unrecognized hands full 
  With a splitting headache, I still don't want to wake up 
  I hope for eternal rewinding 
  For some reason in this place time feels awkward 
  Would it be walking slowly, matching my tardy movement? 
  Although it feels like the line between life and death, I feel like falling asleep, it's so comforting 

  Love and pain;  memory's speed;  slow motion 
  Dreams nightmares;  innocence's speed;  slow motion 

  Slow slow motion;  beautifully spreading expression 
  Fairy that falls in magically and makes me smile 
  Love love potion;  beautifully extinguished lighting 
  Let's all wave our hands;  my life's last performance 
  (x2) 

  Lose your emotion;  Move in slow motion 
  The remedy for memories 
  Live your life in slow motion 
  (x4)