It's gone like this
It's gone that I sing songs
I can't repair motors or stuff like that
Someone explains life to you, gives you solutions
Meanwhile I sing songs, it's all here!
There will only be a game
It will be one that I play a lot
It will be one that one plays alone
And so it is
I know the silence
And as much as it can frighten
Yet I have neither time nor desire for nostalgia
What do you want to hear
My or your truth
I'll follow my manifest in another city
Until there are those who will listen
And then it will go where it goes
It's always gone like this, holding my breath
Maybe I always need a little happiness
I don't know what it's like making bridges or pulling on houses
It's gone that it's all high and low tide
What do you want to hear
My or your truth
I'll go onstage naked in another city
Until there are those who will listen
And then it will go where it goes
And then it will go where it goes
One may take to some song that sounds like it's pandering to you
However, they are those who are not searching for some company
It's gone like this, however, all things considered
Who knows what makes me sing about me
It's gone that they've left the microphone on for me
But maybe that's not even worth anything, you hear me if you want to
What do you want to hear
My or your truth
With my teeth I tear off moments of happiness
Until there are those that will listen
And then it will go where it goes
And then it will go where it goes
And then it will go where it goes
And then it will go where it goes