No one knows how it all began No one is able to say why and when No one even knows that it goes on Two of a kind ain’t enough to win But when you play your death cards, it’s all in And there is no one to care ‘bout the day you’ve been born
All we know it’s been hollow for 9 years Still comparing what’s been and what happens this time While it’s kept up and everything’s hidden To change your mind
May is the best, April’s better than May It’s not symbolic – I’m just someone’s prey But there is nothing that compares to July We get it sober and never in style Besides, there’s something that still makes us smile So we are to correct our horizons if they don’t fit the sky
But there’s been nothing real for 9 years And there is no remainder left to allocate While it’s kept up and everything’s hidden – Who is to wait?
We are scanning unread things for 9 years There is plenty of time but can’t use it all While it’s boring, and I’m still not able To hear your call…
What comes out to be true for 9 years? Why it still bothers you for 9 years? What are we gonna do for 9 years?