To go back and to start once, twice, again and again The sequence of what’s been lost, new disillusionment The smallest piece of conciousness Like precious freedom my thoughts have been released again My traits disappeared Mere mortal I am Imperfect features of my own soul, body, heart and mind Become part of the real bones, flesh and blood There is something in the lost that’s turning all into real Answers never found, relief rejected I’ve tried to be on my steps walking there down again The old path, the pain No answers to say I’ve tried to be on my steps walking there down again The old path, the pain No answers to say Fragmented parts of me roam through the place I lived Trapped by my own , locked in every room I’ve been After learning that questions will remain the same The more I search the weaker my spirit grows I’ve tried to be on my steps walking there down again My traits disappeared Mere mortal I am I’ve tried to be on my steps walking there down again The old path, the pain No answers to sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
