Sorry babes, but it takes some time
Without salt, without sense
Without gluten, without regret
You’ll wonder where it’s gone
Meanwhile, every tiniest real instinct
I’m going to contaminate myself
Trust me, we won’t end up in any specific place
We’ll be particles flying in the air
Trust me, come on, nobody out, everybody in
We’ll be everywhere, we’ll be tomorrow
Yet we still stay human
We’ll be everywhere even if far apart
Different spaces mirror the same
I’m going to contaminate myself
Trust me, come on, nobody out, everybody in
Then I’ll take myself back
Hands intertwined like roots, ideals hanging from the stars
Shows on a wire, applause in the wind
Tears of rain, drops on the leaves
Inside a glass of water a flower that melts
We won’t end up in any specific place
We’ll be particles flying in the air
If it’s not uncomfortable it doesn’t hit you
(F*ck, I snapped the pen), (Haha, fantastic)