I've found a thing I couldn't find before Neither in the sea nor on the golden shore Neither in Tibet nor on the Great Wall It was always within not outside at all
I won't get you to listen I'm tired of it, I've said enough last season The unstoppable waves run through my veins Too close to fade too far to attain
I change the lines Without any profit My tries Are the satan's piece of ice in a tiny cup of coffee
And all the precious time Is really spent for nothing My tries Are the satan's piece of ice in a tiny cup of coffee
Heavy solar glow and I'm about to blow I'm thinking fast, but I'm moving slow I have to keep track of every second 2:05 a.m.: I cannot reckon
Realness drags me back to the lightest grey from the darkest black At the lowest pace through the same landscapes Too false to stay too true to escape