Looking up and seeing a big concave world
Hearing up and listening to a muffled world
The slow dance of pure white flakes of snow
They twist and turn at their own pace
Time runs slow time stops inside a snowglobe
My voice can't be heard when I'm calling for you
Shapes and sounds are ghosts inside a snowglobe
But I'm still trying to call for you
Can't get out I walk but I seem not to move
There are lights and sparkles all the colors seem to bloom
People come and go with flashes noone has a word
They're all around but I'm alone
Time runs slow time stops inside a snowglobe
My voice can't be heard when I'm calling for you
Shapes and sounds are ghosts inside a snowglobe
But I'm still trying to call for you