On wet tracks.
Seconds, miles.
Stretch, stretch lines.
I drew,
What we were, what we were.
Shine. Shadow.
From heaven to earth as a comet.
There, here
Cocoons are hidden somewhere.
Breaking the horizon
Where the scarlet gave.
I don't remember what for
Edges are erased.
On wet tracks.
Seconds, miles.
Lines stretch, stretch.
I drew,
What we were, what we were.
Look -
These are air pockets.
Look -
It's at the bottom of the ocean.
Breaking the horizon
Where the scarlet gave.
I don't remember what for
Edges are erased.
On wet tracks.
Seconds, miles.
Stretch, stretch lines.
I drew,
What we were, what we were.
What we were, what we were.
On wet tracks ...
(I painted, I painted)
Do you know what's the worst? Our whole existence here is based on the assumption that we are special, that we are above all this. But this is not the case! We are the same as everyone else! ©
On wet tracks.
Seconds, miles.
Stretch, stretch ...
I drew,
What we were, what we were, what we were, what we were.
I painted, I painted, I painted ...
And what seemed huge -
Drown with a childhood dream.
Final chapter,
That never
We will not go home.
On wet tracks ...
(we will not return home)
I painted, I painted,
What we were.
