More songs by ERRA
Description
Mastering Engineer, Mixer, Producer: Daniel Braunstein
Composer: Daniel Braunstein
Composer, Lyricist: Jesse Cash
Composer: Alex Ballew
Lyricist: Joseph Cavey
Lyrics and translation
Original
The water's reflection, a distant English finds a way out of loosened hold.
No sense of direction, can't speak the language. I'm a ghost roaming low in smoke all alone.
So where are you now?
Comatose, floating up and out.
Where are you now?
In the shape of shifting waves of clouds.
Where are you now? Are you hiding out at the edge?
-Selfish soul.
-Bliss just around, kaleidoscopes in the edge.
-Selfish soul.
-On the cusp of perception, the sky in motion painting waves in the morning dawn.
Parasol it carries you far along as the foam on the coast overflows.
Where are you now?
Trace back the ruin on the long way out.
Where are you now? Are you hiding out at the edge?
Selfish soul.
Bliss just around, kaleidoscopes in the -edge. -Selfish soul.
Where are you -going?
-Selfish soul.
A black cloud raining pins and needles.
Washing out the tears that are running down your face.
Where are you now?
Are you hiding out at the -edge? -Selfish soul.
Bliss just around, kaleidoscopes in the air.
So you're floating out there, a vessel of lead.
I'm cutting it open, it's time to accept.
So see you rotting there while you're hiding -out at the edge. -Selfish soul.
Where are you going?
English translation
The water's reflection, a distant English finds a way out of loosened hold.
No sense of direction, can't speak the language. I'm a ghost roaming low in smoke all alone.
So where are you now?
Comatose, floating up and out.
Where are you now?
In the shape of shifting waves of clouds.
Where are you now? Are you hiding out at the edge?
-Selfish soul.
-Bliss just around, kaleidoscopes in the edge.
-Selfish soul.
-On the cusp of perception, the sky in motion painting waves in the morning dawn.
Parasol it carries you far along as the foam on the coast overflows.
Where are you now?
Trace back the ruin on the long way out.
Where are you now? Are you hiding out at the edge?
Selfish soul.
Bliss just around, kaleidoscopes in the -edge. -Selfish soul.
Where are you -going?
-Selfish soul.
A black cloud raining pins and needles.
Washing out the tears that are running down your face.
Where are you now?
Are you hiding out at the -edge? -Selfish soul.
Bliss just around, kaleidoscopes in the air.
So you're floating out there, a vessel of lead.
I'm cutting it open, it's time to accept.
So see you rotting there while you're hiding -out at the edge. -Selfish soul.
Where are you going?