The universe dances, while we stumble on and on Yearning, weeping, preaching we’ve tried to cross over our cross (missteps are never over)
we have been part of a part of a whole to which we have no touch at all we chose not to listen the world's verse we'd better decompose our own version (mismatches are never over)
You'd rather stay in hebetude I’ll be long gone Timesick, forlorn Watching it through the door Wasting it to the core
The universe dances, while we crawl under the floor (missteps are never over) frail deeds, wasting needs we have been always beneath the top
You'd rather stay in hebetude I’ll be long gone Timesick, forlorn Watching it through the door Wasting it to the core
When my desire speaks no more I’ll be gone, long gone
Preaching faults and fallacies It’s a way to believe thus to be Unsound stanzas must be sung Though a unique verse exists Verses in echoes inside
The universe dances Once we danced as one Entwined, delighted By pristine tunes we have lost
In hebetude, we ought to be Thus peace means some As long as no time in
In hebetude, hope is not a sound But it turns lower and lower Expectations to specters Dancing around and around
In hebetude, ideas lay bare on a flat field rolling, twisting, sliding they sooth the mean in me though “no” they mean
You'd rather stay in hebetude I’ll be long gone Timesick, forlorn Watching it through the door Wasting it to the coreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
