Silently night when I feel nothing, a breeze pass and I'm yawning, three days more and I will be forgotten; turn my face to see something, but I was wrong I was blocking..
White points in the air, drawing faces, places, voices. I can hear.. surrounded..
I'm counting hours, minutes, days and thoughts; but I understood, to count is a waste of time.. I'm living my life inside me, because outside, there's just time to sleep, eat and walk, work, look and pass by..
Queer shapes of joy, they're bringing me some peace, they're dancing in front of myself, I'm playing the music so I can understand, I'm allowing them go through my head, take some thoughts and go far away.. Vanishing in the air, I'm raving, I'm crying...
They're leaving so soon, those white points, no more voices, no more faces; the music is over, I'm quite tired of being playing, I'm quite tired of being laying, here in my bed where I'm crying, here in my bed where I'm counting, three days more and I'll be broken, three days more and I will be forgotten..