You burst in my head
What's the difference between the harm you do to me,
The harm you give to me,
The harm that you want?
And if the story is this one
I know, I would die
Then counting the stitches
Taking notes
Staying out of summaries
You're free to go
But maybe I hold you a little bit
You're free to go
But maybe I nailed you on the wall
Of my weeps, what a regrets
All day, every day
All day, every day
You throw balances to the wind and you already know
That you keep standing in this continual coming and going
Fast, fast, fast
You throw desires to the wind and you already know
That I remain in a precarious balance in this continual coming and going
Fast, fast, fast
But which kind of war is this one?
Words like blades
As sharp as swords
Pieces of glass, you make me walk on them
You're free to go
But maybe I hold you a little bit
You're free to go
But maybe I have been dreaming of you so much during the nights
That during the all days it looks like I can see you
All day, every day
You throw balances to the wind and you already know
That you keep standing in this continual coming and going
Fast, fast, fast
You throw desires to the wind and you already know
That I remain in a precarious balance in this continual coming and going
Fast, fast, fast