From a minute to a day
I'm fed with air that cuts
from the voice of the weak
that knows its not enough
from a minute to a day
I stand not far apart
from the passing shoulders
who thought they stood alone
Whos that dreaming
dreaming no truth
forgiveness for memory
I refuse to know a word
who's that dreaming
dreaming no truth
between me and myself
I cant meet a word
I'm fed with air that cuts
from the voice of the weak
that knows its not enough
from a minute to a day
I stand not far apart
from the passing shoulders
who thought they stood alone
Whos that dreaming
dreaming no truth
forgiveness for memory
I refuse to know a word
who's that dreaming
dreaming no truth
between me and myself
I cant meet a word