at least it's what it sounds
like when they say
my name, the name I have
in the real life...
in the real life
I don't have any sense in
time, I will hide in my
shade for awhile, the only
one who knows who I
am, though I don't know
myself, I hope to get
through with that - I think
the dark sides show
the most of the weight,
significance
(before
its too
late)
and just erase the rest that
don't have anything to give
I am no one
I think they've right
when they ask me,
they ask silence
about advice
and it tells them to
just be quiet, sink
into the moment
n' feel the sources
of lifes divorces
feel the flight
that the first sight
give, before the light
have come and destroy
the dream
I don't know
anything, keep
forgetting about
everything
just when
I've learned it all
over again
my heart have no
flow, it's like an
anchor - stayin'
low, and I keep
humming like
a old car with
its motor on
but staying still
and wondering
where I am...
straight forward
into the grey skies...
Det är så mycket svårare än vad man kan tro.
SvaraRaderaDet kan ju vara det som skrämmer, att man just bara har sig själv och ingen annan, att den enda man har är sig själv. Hur sant det än är.