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
