Из альбома: Birthplace
You, lit all in white,
You’re the coastline,
Still dividing everything in sight in two.
The floor was a tide,
It’s all that I want, it’s all that I wore in time.
Hardly anything, hardly anything works now…
Hardly anything, hardly anything works now…
You made up for my life, celebrate it!
Annotating, everything’s implied.
And it grew,
I just couldn’t decide,
For all that I want, I’m dying to scale its side.
Hardly anything, hardly anything works now…
Hardly anything, hardly anything works now…
Better wide-awake, better hide, but I’m forgetting where I came from.
Better emigrate, better try, but I’ve forgotten what I’m made of.