] The clock says 2:17 But that was hours ago A thousand people moving And everything feels slow I hear the room in fragments A voice without a name Somewhere between the seconds The world forgets its frame Two... Seventeen... Two... Seventeen... Your words arrive in pieces Like signals through the rain I know that something happened But nothing looks the same The minute hand is moving The floor begins to bend We're somewhere in the middle Of a moment with no end [Final Vocal Hook – Whispered, Rhythmic] Between... Between... The seconds...
