All these deadlocked views they're rigid as concrete
and slowly emotions raise up to heat
for years, when it must be...
on our youth - still trough - there's a darkening cloth above
in our youth - still trough - did the things we wanted to
but now the consequences are killing me

And I'm squirming like a flickering torch
in the grasp of my own desruption
Just a small blow of your life
shetters my foundation walls

Our moments fade away
like tears in an ocean
I'm drowning in your eyes
I'm caught in statio!

Is this the punishment for the way we lived?
Excessive and obscene
Our minds - free as birds caught up in a golden cage
with a feeding dish full of failures
Still we obey the patterns of our behaviour
Can we break out?
We're running down in circles...
running down in circles!

And I'm squirming like a flickering torch
in the grasp of my own desruption
Just a small blow of your life
shetters my foundation walls

Our moments fade away
like tears in an ocean
I'm drowning in your eyes
I'm caught in statio!

I still remember when i saw your face
that night for the first time
a photo on a profile
No, I can't explain when it was that kept my attention so rad
maybe the antoganism between you and me
which senselles conflicts instead of buliling bridges
and yet our evenings are so often filled up
with your own loneliness
and these both-aching phonecalls
in which I hear your voice trough the static

On the swell to endless grey
We try to keep in motion
and with the final sounding chimes
I'ii break through the static

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