I am low tonight, and the truth is the same.
Out in grey tomorrow within this rude s***e of elegance,
I am low.
The Creator seems bitter and strange.
If we pray through these hopeless and endless day,
Will Morpheus take us far away? (?)
When nothing is clear,
And there is nothing to know,
There is nothing left to follow.
When contradiction has given up,
There is nothing between me and the end of the rope (road?)
I am high today,
But I still feel the same.
If I fly tomorrow, will anyone remember my worthless name?
If we conquer the years,
and fight through the days,
there is nothing that can stand in our way.
Nothing can stand in our way.
And nothing can make the world go away.
Nothing can stand in our way, in our way.
Nothing can stand in our way.
And nothing can make the world go away.
Nothing can stand in our way, in our way.
Make the time to feel open (?).
Forever flowers and the world is so low.
Out in grey tomorrow within this rude s***e of elegance,
I am low.
The Creator seems bitter and strange.
If we pray through these hopeless and endless day,
Will Morpheus take us far away? (?)
When nothing is clear,
And there is nothing to know,
There is nothing left to follow.
When contradiction has given up,
There is nothing between me and the end of the rope (road?)
I am high today,
But I still feel the same.
If I fly tomorrow, will anyone remember my worthless name?
If we conquer the years,
and fight through the days,
there is nothing that can stand in our way.
Nothing can stand in our way.
And nothing can make the world go away.
Nothing can stand in our way, in our way.
Nothing can stand in our way.
And nothing can make the world go away.
Nothing can stand in our way, in our way.
Make the time to feel open (?).
Forever flowers and the world is so low.