A white room,
thoughts unknown,
A hint of you replaces the night in me
Transience runs through my hands
Except for oblivion, there is nothing that remains.
What remains?
Is the morning still so infinitely far?
The world can still wait,
in its own force
Time consists only of scars in me,
Why does eternity exist?
The world can still wait,
in illusion, undisturbed,
Time consists only of scars in me,
Why does eternity exist?
Your own image
motionless in the mirror,
Your voice soundless in my head.
An ocean runs dry,
and one drowns in it.
Except for time, there is nothing that remains.
What remains?
Is the morning still so infinitely far?
The world can still wait,
in its own force
Time consists only of scars in me,
Why does eternity exist?
The world can still wait,
in illusion, undisturbed,
Time consists only of scars in me,
Why does eternity exist?
The world can still wait
(Is the morning still so infinitely far?)
The world can still wait.
Why does eternity exist?