| I let my mind run | |
| Beyond the edge of my loneliness; | |
| I don‘t want to accept it; | |
| I don‘t want to look at the real world. | |
| I write without ideas: no story to tell, | |
| And I struggle with my reluctant pen; | |
| Which sticks on the paper with mortal ennui, | |
| And my hand doesn‘t seem to move anymore. | |
| What is happening to me once again? | |
| I can‘t realize the sense, the sense, | |
| The movement of this machine; | |
| I was wrong wanting to love you again, | |
| But thinking it over, it wasn‘t me who | |
| Came back to you. | |
| My steps echoes on the night‘s empty street, | |
| My legs are carrying me leadlessly: a party? | |
| Too many people, pretending to amuse themselves, | |
| While my steps are running I look for a new dream. | |
| And maybe it will be just a hologram! | |
| And maybe one day the machine will be lit, | |
| And maybe one day this hologram will come to life, | |
| And maybe it will give the way to this new dream. | |
| „Bring me another drink, please.“ | |
| And slowly, the withdrawal starts; | |
| „Don‘t stare at me like this! | |
| You know I can‘t stand it.“ | |
| My look betrays my thoughts, | |
| But with a little effort I‘ll be able to smile. | |
| What is happening to me once again? | |
| Leave me alone, let me fall, | |
| And don‘t stop, and don‘t stop my crazy run towards nothing, | |
| Leave me at this distance where all this doesn‘t, doesn‘t exist. | |
| I will return when I have concealed my hologram | |
| In the most hidden part of my mind; | |
| Where time will never destroy this hue, | |
| Where time neither exists for you! | |
| The withdrawal is delaying, | |
| I want to switch it off; | |
| I want to stop this fucking machine; | |
| ...waiting for better times. | |
| Where are you? Where do you hide? | |
| But in the end, what do I really want? | |
| A last hologram, just the last one, | |
| And then, I promise! I‘ll look for another dream...! |
| I let my mind run | |
| Beyond the edge of my loneliness | |
| I don' t want to accept it | |
| I don' t want to look at the real world. | |
| I write without ideas: no story to tell, | |
| And I struggle with my reluctant pen | |
| Which sticks on the paper with mortal ennui, | |
| And my hand doesn' t seem to move anymore. | |
| What is happening to me once again? | |
| I can' t realize the sense, the sense, | |
| The movement of this machine | |
| I was wrong wanting to love you again, | |
| But thinking it over, it wasn' t me who | |
| Came back to you. | |
| My steps echoes on the night' s empty street, | |
| My legs are carrying me leadlessly: a party? | |
| Too many people, pretending to amuse themselves, | |
| While my steps are running I look for a new dream. | |
| And maybe it will be just a hologram! | |
| And maybe one day the machine will be lit, | |
| And maybe one day this hologram will come to life, | |
| And maybe it will give the way to this new dream. | |
| Bring me another drink, please." | |
| And slowly, the withdrawal starts | |
| Don' t stare at me like this! | |
| You know I can' t stand it." | |
| My look betrays my thoughts, | |
| But with a little effort I' ll be able to smile. | |
| What is happening to me once again? | |
| Leave me alone, let me fall, | |
| And don' t stop, and don' t stop my crazy run towards nothing, | |
| Leave me at this distance where all this doesn' t, doesn' t exist. | |
| I will return when I have concealed my hologram | |
| In the most hidden part of my mind | |
| Where time will never destroy this hue, | |
| Where time neither exists for you! | |
| The withdrawal is delaying, | |
| I want to switch it off | |
| I want to stop this fucking machine | |
| ... waiting for better times. | |
| Where are you? Where do you hide? | |
| But in the end, what do I really want? | |
| A last hologram, just the last one, | |
| And then, I promise! I' ll look for another dream...! |
| I let my mind run | |
| Beyond the edge of my loneliness | |
| I don' t want to accept it | |
| I don' t want to look at the real world. | |
| I write without ideas: no story to tell, | |
| And I struggle with my reluctant pen | |
| Which sticks on the paper with mortal ennui, | |
| And my hand doesn' t seem to move anymore. | |
| What is happening to me once again? | |
| I can' t realize the sense, the sense, | |
| The movement of this machine | |
| I was wrong wanting to love you again, | |
| But thinking it over, it wasn' t me who | |
| Came back to you. | |
| My steps echoes on the night' s empty street, | |
| My legs are carrying me leadlessly: a party? | |
| Too many people, pretending to amuse themselves, | |
| While my steps are running I look for a new dream. | |
| And maybe it will be just a hologram! | |
| And maybe one day the machine will be lit, | |
| And maybe one day this hologram will come to life, | |
| And maybe it will give the way to this new dream. | |
| Bring me another drink, please." | |
| And slowly, the withdrawal starts | |
| Don' t stare at me like this! | |
| You know I can' t stand it." | |
| My look betrays my thoughts, | |
| But with a little effort I' ll be able to smile. | |
| What is happening to me once again? | |
| Leave me alone, let me fall, | |
| And don' t stop, and don' t stop my crazy run towards nothing, | |
| Leave me at this distance where all this doesn' t, doesn' t exist. | |
| I will return when I have concealed my hologram | |
| In the most hidden part of my mind | |
| Where time will never destroy this hue, | |
| Where time neither exists for you! | |
| The withdrawal is delaying, | |
| I want to switch it off | |
| I want to stop this fucking machine | |
| ... waiting for better times. | |
| Where are you? Where do you hide? | |
| But in the end, what do I really want? | |
| A last hologram, just the last one, | |
| And then, I promise! I' ll look for another dream...! |
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