Fragments on the sea Birds of prey above All that lies beneath No longer what it was It changed Why can't we relate? Shadows from the deep Thoughts we're afraid of Secrets that we keep The surface of our love and hate Why can't we relate With ourselves, with what we've opened up When is too late? What we used to be What we will become Worlds we cannot see Breaking apart One by one Slowly we fell under a spell One by one Slowly we wake up Fragments of a scene From a distant stage undone Little time machines Messages of love and hate Why can't we relate With ourselves, with what we've opened up When is too late?