Imprisoned I am in your embrace
road broken to heart
probably it isn't easy to let go
light doesn't carry out in the darkness
blindly to tomorrow
again it shall be enough
though there's nothing to give
And so the quiet turn back
to their places, swallow their parts
and probably I do so too
we take from happiness that gets smaller every moment
when 1 is afraid to cut
again my hand serves
I step to your world from dark
harder to breathe
naked I am again in your hands
carry me or let go
always to the same emptiness
again it shall be enough
though there's nothing to give
And so the quiet turn back
to their places, swallow their parts
and probably I do so too
we take from happiness that gets smaller every moment
when 1 is afraid to cut
again my hand serves
1. a. b. someone, anyone