It shouldn’t be so hard, because the rest is simple.
Walk. Don’t run so I can follow in a steady pace,
because this could be a feeling we’ll never find again.
Wait for the darkness to alight,
you’ll see that fate and dreams will collide;
we’ve already come this far
My feet are stuck, but don’t tell me that they’re glued.
Give me some time to breathe,
I’ll try to get myself together — get it right this time.
Everything will be okay — that’s easy to say.
But when everything has been tried,
is there anything else left to say?