A single moment was enough to create this:

A retinal distraction when a scatter of light

Hits and forms an image

Perfection is the harshest term

The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse

Don't look at me

Don't look at me, it hurts

The neurons have fired, the neurons have fired:

A torrential surge through the optic nerve

I can't find the words

The warmth of a body in an empty bed

When only the scent is left, only dissent is left

A single moment was enough to create this:

A retinal distraction when a scatter of light

Hits and forms an image

Perfection is the harshest term

The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse

Don't look at me

Don't look at me it hurts

The neurons have fired, the neurons have fired:

A torrential surge through the optic nerve

I can't find the words

The warmth of a body in an empty bed

When only the scent is left, only dissent is left

It's too late for rational sense

The neurons have fired, the neurons have fired

A single moment was enough to create this:

A retinal distraction when a scatter of light

Hits and forms an image

Perfection is the harshest term

The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse

Don't look at me

Don't look at me it hurts