At the end when we all gather and mix into one being Being one into mix and gather all we when end the at With this wandering voice, watch as I scream out avoiding words like like words avoiding out scream I as watch, wandering voice this with
saying “no way” “way no” saying why is that? That is why
In this flow of being called "time" It seems that I can't go back being alive Then isn't it best to let things flow To live, die, cry, and show? Yes, I had been washed a- I had been washed a- I had been washed a- I had been washed a- -way, I'm drowning now
My dark past is now meeting up and crossing with blurred futures The blurred futures are now crossing with my dark past Now I'll take this cowardly voice caught in traps within my neck Made with things I'd pushed deep away with the pressure of my hands
(That is so weak of me But, that's me) Can love be--?
In this flow of being called "time" It seems that I can't go back being alive The two of us are such cowards, huh? Choked by our hesitant cries Yes, it had flowed on Yes, it had flowed on Yes, it had flowed on Yes, it had flowed on Here we are alive
So therefore, that is why
This is the reason why I'm born It seems that I can't escape my fate, huh? By the time that I'd realized that I had been so loved, oh I had been washed a- I had been washed a- I had been washed a- I had been washed a- -way, I had lived on That is why...