Facts are clear When fate batters you One can do nothing, But hope for better time to come And for things to take their way again Like the river returns to its course. Yet theres still more, You will realize how lucky a man can be Not to be alone, To count on somebody in those moments When your feel like you´re nothing, When you just seem a detail Of something much more complex, Of something difficult for one self to understand. You cant hide, but lie there deep In your mind. That´s why you can´t waste miles, Cause you expect more of that all Can´t waste your precious time On that existential bullshit On the things that will put you down That will leave you weaker and weaker. Like that fall of 99, When everything looked Grey, As if you had a filter on your retina When some sort of color got into your life.