Somehow confused we are waiting
For the days to fly away as soon as possible.
There where we arrive later,
Where someone is waiting for us.
If they ever tell you
That I’m not here anymore,
If they ever tell you.
Maybe I didn’t even exist,
Imagine me.
(Children’s hand clapping game)
Somehow confused we are rocking
Pendulum of life
For the last time,
Which melts us forever
Like snow on a warm palm.
If they ever tell you
That I’m not here anymore,
If they ever tell you.
Maybe I didn’t even exist,
Imagine me.