Here i drown in artificial light, in a cluttered room,
Which has never really felt like mine
And outside, the sun is rising
Which i know by feeliing,
Not by sight
I stare straight ahead and i feel time passing
It's tim to move out of this life and into the old
And i try to fight it, i try to adapt,
I try to ignore the impending departure
This chronic insomnia;
Nothing but a pathetic revolt against inevitability
A new begins and i can't imagine leaving the old
While i know my time here ends,
Your journey continues
Though you don't see it as such
I hope that my time here has helped you to see that you must use your life to live
I just want to sleep in your embrace, until orders for me to leave wake us then we either drown or rise
Oh, were it only so that we could alter these facts
Usualy one has a choice but here we can't do a thing
Had we been given a chance to bloom
But, for once, all we can blame is circumstance