A scenery of myriad color is coming down in drops,
Creating so much noise, but I’m here all alone.
As the noise grows loud, it echoes out,
And I pull back my hand at the same time you do.

Will I someday wish I could take this back…? I certainly hope not;
I’m a saturator still holding on to hope today.

Before I forget the electronic sound I’m trying to send to you,
I’m sure I can manage to sing at least a faint song.
What’s blurring the electronic sounds that’ll never reach you is actually my tears;
I’m unable to reach my hand out to where you are… still eternally far away!

Chasing the colors that change,
Every minute… every second… I’m alone.
I finally realized the reason I can’t catch them;
What’s really in variance is my own heart.

For the part of me who’s always simply waiting,
I’m a saturator that seeks to hold on to hope today.

Before I lose the electronic sounds I’m trying to send to you,
I’m sure I can still manage to sing the song I’d forgotten.
The one who’s stopping the electronic sounds that’ll never reach you is actually me,
‘Cause my hand can never reach where you are… still eternally far away!

To where you are…

Before I forget the electronic sound I’m trying to send to you,
I’m sure I can manage to sing at least a faint song.
The one who blurred the electronic sounds that’ll never reach you was actually me,
‘Cause my hand can never reach where you are… still eternally far away!

To where you are…