Impulses...
Impulses...
I let out sound through membranes.
My heart beats out a rhythm within me;
We're high above, multicolored.
In which wavelength will the sky carry us away?
The night doesn't let go, the night doesn't let go.
The night doesn't let us go, it's merciless.
The night doesn't let go, the night doesn't let go.
The night doesn't let us go, it's merciless.
The city's impulses will engulf us again.
It's too risky to trust them.
The city's impulses will engulf us again,
And we can't escape them.
The city's impulses will engulf us again.
It's too risky to trust them.
The city's impulses will engulf us again,
And we can't escape them.
In no hurry, our thoughts will leave a mark,
Covering the light with the night's writing.
Everyone's numbers are out of range,
And the hustle and bustle has quieted.
The night doesn't let go, the night doesn't let go.
The night doesn't let go, it's merciless.
The night doesn't let go, the night doesn't let go.
The night doesn't let go, it's merciless.
The city's impulses will engulf us again.
It's too risky to trust them.
The city's impulses will engulf us again,
And we can't escape them.
The city's impulses will engulf us again.
It's too risky to trust them.
The city's impulses will engulf us again,
And we can't escape them.