My way was full of tragedies, created by my own I haven’t looked for salvation, I just go along But on the way to oblivion We met each other
Thousand of masks to drop, but all the same Just emptiness – instead of face My own stem To say and haven’t said nothing at all Again and again Thousand of masks to drop, but all the same Just emptiness – instead of face My own stem To say and haven’t said nothing at all Again and again And keep going I remain on the way To oblivion Again and again
Oh it’s mystery, this image so fragile And you could tame waves just by your smile Yes, its mystery. But it’s too late for me She don’t see the border, she’s on the edge And I just witnessed how the images fade In my hands without a single word Again and again