Cutting Space Video (MV)

Whispers in my ear
Snap your fingers then you dissappear
Slowly watch the change
Curves and angles start to rearrange
Color drops again
Cold claws scratch at us inside the wind
Crumbling on the ground
Last years leaves that make the winter crown

Spinning round and round
Cannot hear the sound
As we cut through space

Dominos will fall
If the finger kicks it off at all
Buttons are a threat
If the man behind them starts to sweat

If we read the signs
Will we lose the paths we left behind
Turn around and check
See if all that's left is just a wreck