作曲 : Thirteen Senses
 作词 : Thirteen Senses

Late gazes, window paines
And in the end they're not looking
No one gets to the wasted of mind
So insufficient this time

So insignificant is time
And all the lies we were making
Then the bitter of cold then hot
With all the sun that is burning

Gaze into passing places late at night
Gaze into welcome faces when you see your right
Gaze into your own eyes
When it's too late

The sun and the TV screen
And in the end we're all dreaming
Not a face not a final hour
And in the end there's no warning

Would'nt it be so much better
If we could look at what we're seeing
Late gazes wore me down
Oh won't you see what you're doing

Gaze into passing places late at night
Gaze into welcome faces when you see your right
Gaze into your own eyes
When its too late