Permanent
It must seem
Important
It must take
All your control
Not to get
Obsessive
Just as pain becomes discomfort
Over time
What the human soul can tolerate
Is no surprise
I'm rooted to my path
And I'm blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
In the same way pain can become humor
Over time
The scars that time will wash away
Are no surprise
I'm rooted to my path
And I'm blinded on the sides
Why is it I feel so?
I have everything I want
The stuff of all my dreams
Why is it I need so?
I know you're inside
Because I can feel your life
Why is it I bleed so?
And Ты thought that these times
Were just ordinary
My god, I ask
How can Ты do this?
Ты made the sun
The world, your canvas
With all this I can see how I'm unimportant
In this dream
I am warm
There are hands in my hair
And it's good to be there
I wave my hand and nothing happens
I set my scene and I can't play it
I'd leave it to Ты but
It would turn out backwards
I'd like to believe you're not just reckless
And Ты are
Nostalgic while Ты are still living this
And it all
Snuck up while Ты weren't looking
And Ты are
Nostalgic while Ты are still living this
And you're sure
This is how Ты know you're living
