Ropes, they pull and freeze us there.   The time it ticks as we climb the stairs to the judges stand,   the masters hand.   I wait and waited, for the right time,   and watch the history’s time line disentigrate.   We see our fate.   It stares us in the eyes.   So clear yet we still hide.      Our fingerprints, our color tint.   You’re perfect, You’re perfect.   All I want is one moment of your time.   I could yell it loud so you’d hear it in the clouds.   You’re beautiful.      You could hear it in the air,   hear it in the air.   You could hear it in the air.