It is after hours
That we like to dive
Can't describe the colors
And the winding lines

All the twists and turns
We need to catch a feeling
It's around the corner
You can stop day dreamin'

After all, it might not come someday
Nothing more than bits of black and grey
Fragments of what used to be a silver line
I do hope that you enjoyed your stay
But these ideas won't be kept at bay
When all we really need is a water slide