i'm running here   every focus is splintered   every attempt he can afford   rendered pointless and it's streaming down   senses together they move cleaner than transit will allow   and sometimes i wanna move cleaner than transit will allow to be   electricity (x4)   now inbetween   leaving and arriving   i can try to digest this sequence of events   again i draw it out   and again i get delayed reaction   i get splinters   i watch the people and the cars   it's slow motion   they're beautiful like breaking glass   not yet broken   my motion is silver on the point   of a moment - splinter - moment   my vision, the colour of   electricity (x4)   moment splinter moment   splinter into colour   and let me be   electricity (x4)