There's a fraction of a second That I never seem to keep When the present moves ahead of me And the rest is out of reach I can follow every movement I can imitate the pace But the person in the picture Has a slightly different face I can feel the difference Underneath the ordinary Everything is happening A moment before me I'm out of phase A little out of phase Everything is moving But I'm running in place I'm out of phase Just a little out of phase You can see me clearly But I'm somewhere away There's a certain kind of comfort In the things I can't explain How a perfectly familiar room Can never feel the same I can measure every interval I can calculate the space But the more I try to occupy it The less of me remains I can feel the difference Underneath the ordinary Everything is happening A moment before me I'm out of phase A little out of phase Everything is moving But I'm running in place I'm out of phase Just a little out of phase You can see me clearly But I'm somewhere away Is there something in the timing? Is there something in the way? If I synchronize the feeling Will the feeling learn to stay? I can almost make it fit I can almost make it fit I can almost make it fit I can almost make it fit But the moment that I touch it It becomes another thing I'm out of phase A little out of phase Everything is moving But I'm running in place I'm out of phase Just a little out of phase You can see me clearly But I'm somewhere away A little too late A little too far A little out of phase With everything we are A little out of phase...
