In a perfect world, we'd all die young Spared the inescapable ravages of time Innocence framed in a portrait contains our purity And the serenity we've left behind
The empty moments don't seem so empty When you're facing your mortality
With expectation comes disappointment So many mornings after bridge one into the next Worn and weary, dreading each predictable conclusion Beaten into submission, craving an escape It's not so black and white As the ebb and flow of life paints in shades of gray
Searching the past in vain, grasping at the remnants of tranquility How can I get from here to there? Can I reverse the sands of time?
In a perfect world we'd all die young Spared the inescapable ravages of time Ignorance framed in a portrait contains our purity Oblivious to the destiny that lies ahead
Laid to waste, the semblance of ambition An illusory concept born of discontent Progress is marred by my resignation To embrace the past in all its simplicity
To know no responsibility, to have no aspirations No complications -- a life of austerity Salvation through disenchantment
So I erase all of my memories Of a childhood that seemed so dear to me And I lie helpless against the torment of my stagnancy Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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