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I guess I just can't talk about the simple things Something drives me further than that Maybe like a cold desert wind Maybe like a sinking ship And I seem so alive in this skin But i'm really empty inside It's not something i like to explain It's just the way it has come to be What are we now? hands in the air like a sinking ship What are we now? Phantoms of progress of time and of space I and my own have beenleft here alone Or maybe no one was ever beside us And the ghosts we have always believed in Are just the remains of a gypsy wind And some days I dream of a life on the other side But what could it's meaning conceive? Heaven and hell are just names of a suffering Maybe it just starts all over again There must be something I'm missing Something I just cannot find |
