Hazing this old concrete
Wavering like it did inside of my dreams
Tracing on this old template,
A routine unknowingly set
High tempo is now flashing,
This stupid, pointless future before me
“The final story is nigh”,
You can't say it so you cry
Come on now, close your eyes
Losing your way, which way home is right?
The secrets for this future I need,
Now all seem way too boring
Sounding all our hands,
Around the zero we stand.
Today I'll collect my empty self,
And now it shall start,
Once again are you loosing yourself?
Shouting for that far off day
And then they’re taken all away
When I firmly grasp that hand of yours,
I want to know this gentle warmth.
Lost inside the lonely haze
You won’t cry amongst the pain
You won't be "lonely", it can all be changed
Use your strength to draw, it can all be rearranged