My dream is beaten by big oaths.
The deep man I sought refuge in is covered in muddy lies.
My hope is sinking in wrong places again.
If we should ask you, you'd say we didn't live anything special and
I just made it all up in my head.
Years are racing each other.
But I'm way behind them to catch up.
You're far and distant with an ease of mind.
Meanwhile I'm a tired a warrior.
I drowse off and I keep it bottled inside.
I think in fantasy.
Again I'm burning and endind up impossibles.
No, I don't wise up.
I drowse off and I keep it bottled inside.
I think in fantasy.
Again I'm burning burning and endind up impossibles.
No, I don't wise up.