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Sinking slowly down to the ground |
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But it's still above me |
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Drifting weightlessly in time and the seconds won't increase |
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It's so strange to fly and fall, but I pass the things I know |
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And these words I've never heard, I still don't understand |
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And I thought it could be wrong, to break the lines I walk upon |
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And I felt sure I'd finally find the whole puerility |
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In my eyes it's still the same, but in yours I see the flames |
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Burning all the candles down, that we lit so long ago |
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And if I tear the world apart I am wounding just myself |
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Every ending is a start in a wayward order |
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The custom to change the things you love |
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Will it lead to an impasse |
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Or will it all be light and dark but we're too blind to see |
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And even if I try to depart from my sole dimension |
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And I return to see the fault and no comprehension |
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I just wish that the hours would wash away |
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I'd truly have another try |
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But how much I ever strive, I can't remember anything |
