Lyrics:

There's a pulsating white light, but it's beautiful
It's like a tunnel of colours, and it's like I'm floating up through a tunnel of colours
They move and they flow into each other, and sometimes they mix and sometimes they don't
They're changing and it looks like they're flowing through each other, and on top of each other, and sometimes mixing and making the colours, and sometimes not
Will I be able to fly through the different colours?

The ounce of perfection
You worried away
After our reflections
Of yesterday, yesterday, today