Two views of the locations merging into three or more
An endless flow of words and miles and miles of stars
Re-focus on distant stars
Brings less voices to entertain us
We will always be here
Keep cheap platitudes again
Disagree with my own self
No such thing as ´Who am I?´
Growing weary
Subdue these sounds forever
Someone visited my mind in wonder
Somewhere behind walls and halls another sight surrounds me
Voices say: "If you could set me free?"
Ignorant of the sublime
Someone said that the world is really strange
As revolving doors kept spinning
Up and down
In the world that I knew
I´ll always be there
Read to me a story now
Can you sing your lullaby?
Growing weary
I´ll be yours now
How can I be sure if I am me and you are you
It´s hard to say: "Go away"
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