Microscopic hands, pull at my eyes
They skim and spin and swim and multiply
And oh how they fly
Oh how they fly
Oh how they fly
Oh how they fly
Microscopic hands pull at my time
The wind begins to sing and sun gods will cry
And oh how they cry
Oh how they cry
Oh how they cry
Oh how they cry
Cause all that you know, is you feel it again
All that you know is you feel it again
All that you know is you feel it again
Feel it again, feel it again
Microscopic hands pull morning to sky
But slip away again although how we try
And oh how they try
Oh how they try
Oh how they try
Oh how they try
All that you know, is you feel it again
All that you know is you feel it again
All that you know is you feel it again
Feel it again, feel it again