No one knows how it all began
No one is able to say why and when
No one even knows that it goes on
Two of a kind ain’t enough to win
But when you play your death cards, it’s all in
And there is no one to care ‘bout the day you’ve been born
All we know it’s been hollow for 9 years
Still comparing what’s been and what happens this time
While it’s kept up and everything’s hidden
To change your mind
May is the best, April’s better than May
It’s not symbolic – I’m just someone’s prey
But there is nothing that compares to July
We get it sober and never in style
Besides, there’s something that still makes us smile
So we are to correct our horizons if they don’t fit the sky
But there’s been nothing real for 9 years
And there is no remainder left to allocate
While it’s kept up and everything’s hidden –
Who is to wait?
We are scanning unread things for 9 years
There is plenty of time but can’t use it all
While it’s boring, and I’m still not able
To hear your call…
What comes out to be true for 9 years?
Why it still bothers you for 9 years?
What are we gonna do for 9 years?
Downslide…
