I see things as they are
We go from fire to fire hypnotizing ourselves
At each step you feel another deja vu
Oh no
Similarities you dreamed
Places that do not exist but you pass again
Optic errors of time and light
Oh no
So much, you asked to hold onto
That moment of pleasure
Before it is too late
The same sensation returns
This song is already written
Down to the smallest detail
Look at the clock, it melted
Winding back till before I reach you
Echoes of before, ricocheting in the calm
Oh no
All is a lie, you will see
Poetry is the only truth
Pulling out beauty from this chaos, is virtue
Oh no
So much, you asked to hold onto
That moment of pleasure
Before it is too late
The same sensation returns
This song is already written
A tiny detail that changed
Near the end
Only one more step left
I feel a deja vu
Deja vu...