Everything is starting to blur and I don't care

Gathering treasures from everyday's life
Making things sharper

Although sometimes to feel is to feel blurred
I understand it now as part of the process of I
Part of me, part of you, is floating in the air
On the top of the oceans
On the top of you
One day everything will fall into place
And there will be no reason not to be
No reason not to fall
No reason not to float
No reason not to sink inside me, inside you
5 days, 5 years, 5 nights, 5 balloons
What the fuck is time, anyway