No time to exploit the so-called childhood joys, only the time to dream of the paradise of ignorance, only the envy to hope that the day i'll be able to come back i won't fall down on my knees. i discover piece by piece the pleasure of loneliness, the scent of thought, the taste of addiction. i discover the old charm of our brains, an appearance of clouds, of lonely emotions, of sacrified words. as my sleep seems to be endless... maybe they should have learned to know me, and kept me away from the day i felt love, and prevented me from hoping. i will be your pride, the timeless wealth, the born-exhausted one...
No time to exploit the so-called childhood joys, only the time to dream of the paradise of ignorance, only the envy to hope that the day i'll be able to come back i won't fall down on my knees. i discover piece by piece the pleasure of loneliness, the scent of thought, the taste of addiction. i discover the old charm of our brains, an appearance of clouds, of lonely emotions, of sacrified words. as my sleep seems to be endless... maybe they should have learned to know me, and kept me away from the day i felt love, and prevented me from hoping. i will be your pride, the timeless wealth, the born-exhausted one...