Are we fading in these days of silence?
Are we faithful to our disparity?
Things seem to moan and collapse
Rotten smiles and eyes won't fill these gaps
But this is the way we have to pay today
The cost of sowing and reaping of the crop is away
And maybe sometimes we have to make wrong decisions?
Therefore there is damage in our visions
Do we still enjoy our duty?
Nevertheless substantial things we have sown
This love seems to be overblown
I never thought it could be damn so hard
But now I see it's time to stay apart
