歌词
The loneliness of whom stares at the sky
For a moment, a single breath,
The dry eyes close and open
Seeking it ravenously
In a frightening quickness.
It's there, simple and yet unsatisfying.
It's there, simple and yet unsatisfying.
I remember having ink in my hands
And a thousand words in my head.
I remember walking the night, drunk and alone
Observing the details in dark corners,
Dissecting every brick,
Searching for life behind the windows.
Dissecting every brick,
Searching for life behind the windows.
Searching for life
Behind the windows.
But the night is dark,
A chance I can no longer take.
But the night is dark,
A chance I can no longer take.
A known anxiety takes me
I look upon frames of other fake lives
As I fade away miserably
A plastic wrapping of dead desires.