Did you expect it all to stop at the wave of your hand?
Like the sun´s just going to drop if it´s night you demand.
Well, in the dark we´re just air so the house might dissolve.
But once we are gone, who´s gonna care if we were ever here at all?
Well, summer´s going to come, it´s gonna cloud our eyes again.
No need to focus when there´s nothing that´s worth seeing.
So we trade liquor for blood in an attempt to tip the scales.
I think you lost what you loved in that mess of details.
They seemed so important at the time
But now you can´t even recall any of the names, faces, or lines.
It´s more the feeling of it all.
Well, winter is going to end, I´m going to clean these veins again.
So close to dying that I finally can start living.