We stare at the sun, until it blinds us
No room for responsibility
We're too busy buying lies
And this claustrophobia will
Chock us, everytime we
Try...
I've developed a fear for
Everything, a fear for openness.
I slowly
Start to hope:
As the sky turns red,
As the snow melts in our hands,
Your tears will lead us in,
And keep us warm and safe again.
As the sky turns red,
As the snow melts in our hands,
Your tears will lead us in,
And keep us warm and safe again.
Try...
(And I will leave you with just a word,
A word that litterally describes everything)
