Comin back, touchin some reality
losin without knowin
and the fact that I could see
lights the unknown growin
so bad luck, feelin free from feelin free
it doesn't really matter
and the fake that I could see
makes it even sadder
return, dont look back
construction's fading out
blood on the tracks
creation sourced by doubts
caught somewhere in between
left on your own own
inkling what was never seen
like your roots were never shown
like your thoughts we stay unknown
return, dont look back
construction's fading in
blood on the tracks
inspiration's getting thin
the clouds reflect what was never said
cause for fitting words we would need
a different evolutionary shred
and maybe a completely different seed
just thinking of another space
to build a new reflecting mind
exploring in a very conscious race
to change the kind of world that we defined
to get a feeling of the endless gap
between you and me, nature and all
the patchwork in our big grey trap
that fakes our thoughts and their recall