A suspended morning, walking in the street
Watching people losing themselves for a moment
Not knowing where we're going, nobody will tell us
They're going away, we're searching the woods for each other
They're going away, we're breathing what we see
Without ecstasy without joy, we listen to our steps
To admire the sky, understand our bothers
Don't know where we're from but we're fine with that
They're going away, we're searching the woods for each other
They're going away, we're breathing what we see
It's a void, a faith, a place devoid of life
Only a word, a sound, a moment of oblivion
To leave the night but without a sound
Look back at our passtimes like a bore
We interrogate the stone to rewind and go back
Running in the avenues, that wasn't planned
I can walk all my life with you that's pretty
They're going away, we're searching the woods for each other
They're going away, we're breathing what we see
It's a void, a faith, a place devoid of life
Only a word, a sound, a moment of oblivion
To leave the night but without a sound
Look back at our passtimes like a bore
They're going away, we're searching the woods for each other
They're going away, we're breathing what we see
They're going away, we're searching the woods for each other
They're going away, we're breathing what we see
It's a void, a faith, a place devoid of life
Only a word, a sound, a moment of oblivion
To leave the night but without a sound
Look back at our passtimes like a bore
Like a bore
Like a bore
Like a bore
Like a bore