I’d like to stay and linger in this very moment At least for a year But I am floating on the surface of my life It seems I can’t control anything Like an outsider looking in I always thought that I need to prepare for things to come It turned out I’m already in the middle of my life And it’s the only one I’ve got What was I waiting for? It’s all happening now
Living happens in between your hopes and dreams and fears Stay still for a while and then you’ll hear
When will my life end? when will it begin? What is the bubble made of I am in? Sometimes I ask myself which is the right question to ask myself: „When will my life end?“ or „when will it begin?“ What is the bubble made of I am in?
So you should take care‚ cause if you look the wrong way At the wrong place, the wrong time, the wrong day It can easily happen that you miss your life While waiting for it to arrive Asking yourself
When will my life end? when will it begin? What is the bubble made of I am in? Sometimes I ask myself which is the right question to ask myself: „When will my life end?“ or „when will it begin?“ What is the bubble made of I am in?
Isn’t it hilarious: We’re walking side by side And everyone’s thinking He’s the only lonely And we’re asking ourselves: