Q

The shaking of the antiqued windows
Daily nameless memories do not remain
You ignore the fears that have become bland
In order to hold refrain from forgetting

The shape of the pallid hope will be invisible tomorrow
Why do I admire the running rails?
When the pain resembles the emptiness, the raging heart answers
Blue illusions are a waste aswell, am I right? Of course

Hey, the thoughts are circling around
Although somebodies wishing for the opposite
Hey, there are surely more people of this kind
Somehow resignation is in sight

The shape of the pallid hope will be invisible tomorrow
Following through the future, may I accompany?
When the pain resembles the emptiness, the raging heart will answer
Superficial wishes are a waste aswell, am I right? Of course

The shape of the pallid hope will be invisible tomorrow
Why do I admire the running rails?
When the pain resembles the emptiness, the raging heart will answer
Blue illusions are a waste aswell, am I right? Of course