I haven't got anything protecting me;
Youth is a false barrier.
The race is on to the plight,
The veins threaten to surrender from the off.
The day I was myself
Seems so far away
I can barely see myself anymore,
Only the night slowly moving the minute hand.
It seems like the whole world
Is crashing and burning
Before having lit the fuse:
Has anything been real?
I don't want this century,
But we have the same desires:
Quiet oceans, silent smiles,
And a promise fulfilled without words.
I don't need this room,
Bur we are both oblivious
To the waltz of the heart...
The new silence is already old.
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