I could never sleep without that ticking of my clock
The way it quiets my mind is pure simplicity

Pretend that we're all saved
from the spell of perfection
Distance remains out of reach anyway

The short blooming (the short blooming)
of forgotten scenes (of forgotten scenes)
The recreation of forgotten songs
Listen to this, it won't take long

Inviolability
covers false beauty
your face remains unique anyway

The short blooming (the short blooming)
of forgotten scenes (of forgotten scenes)
The recreation of forgotten songs
Listen to this, it won't take long

You need to run away from all the pain
created by the silence of your modesty
I could never sleep without that ticking of my clock
The way it quiets my mind is pure simplicity

So write down all your thoughts and let them fill the books
of your pathetic perceptions, relieve your mind
It is just wishful thinking that time won't let you down
But some sublime creatures may never see the light


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