We stare at the sun, until it blinds us

No room for responsibility

We're too busy buying lies

And this claustrophobia will

Chock us, everytime we

Try...

I've developed a fear for

Everything, a fear for openness.



I slowly

Start to hope:

As the sky turns red,

As the snow melts in our hands,

Your tears will lead us in,

And keep us warm and safe again.



As the sky turns red,

As the snow melts in our hands,

Your tears will lead us in,

And keep us warm and safe again.

Try...

(And I will leave you with just a word,

A word that litterally describes everything)