when you obtain the (e)motion for the time you get afraid of that the youth passing by like a wind in the sky and there is nothing to change
when you remember the places you have been you get afraid of that there's no place to hide and no place to play and everything look so strange
you get afraid of that time for the future cause nothing remains from the past well for the sight is determing the life cellophane flowers surround in the park in the cities of dust birds made of steel made on the sin forgotten on the wham...