with countless miles and roads between us we´re sharing a place that´s yet untraced anyway close your eyes, breathe in the night and live the poetry one can't write
thinking of home is an illousion, that´s ment to tame dreams our heads some people may prefer the certainty, but we would rather live instead
well-known places, dreams posed up for concrete and the deep and restless feeling of a better somewhere, at anytime well-known faces, devastated by reality and the endless urge to leave this bullshit once and for all behind
because uniformity is everywhere we´re throwing bricks that grew in silence and in constant denial through the last windows remaining in order to fight the boredom to get rid of our heart´s stones before we drown on overload
when is the time ripe when will we stop to keep their lies in our heads, in our hearts why hang on to all this?
because it´s not worth the effort anyway for goals i never agreed on