At slow speed we all seem... focused.
In motion we seem... wrong.
In summer we can taste the rain.
Two can play this game. We both want power.
In winter we can taste the pain.
In our short years we come long way,
To treat it bad just to throw away.
I want you to be free.
Don't worry about me.
And just like the movies,
We play out our last scene.
You won't cry, I won't scream.