Speak
I am about to leave
I am the distance you always feel
I am black, please paint me white
With the calm sleeps in your eyes
This is nothing but fear
This is the speech I always hear
This is noise which interferes
With my ears, hard to make it clear
Should I know? is it enough to make me go?
Should I go? or try to fix this somehow?
If I don't, my own words can turn against me
I can suppress and swallow, it's growing in me
When your face falls down for hide behind your hands
It gives birth for a moment
But not enough to see the point of your life
When you feel the stocks are running out, the end is near
We're balancing, devour time
Our home is just a thin line
Our home is just a thin line
The inside is out
The outside is in
Our mouth is the weapon
Our words are killing
These reflected letters are constantly feeding
This self-digesting process
When your face falls down for hide behind your hands
It gives birth for a moment
But not enough to see the point of your life
When you feel the stocks are running out, the end is near
We're balancing, devour the time
Our home is just a thin line
Which separates the true and false shine
Which separates
Are you gonna miss me?
When your words will dismiss me
Are you gonna miss me?
When your words will dismiss me
Speak to me
Speak to me
Slow down the time
Steal the seconds, the wall
Between you and I
Speak to me
Speak to me
Slow down the time
Steal the seconds, the wall
Between you and...
Speak to me
Speak to me
Slow down the time
Steal the seconds, the wall
Between you and I
I am the distance you always feel
I am black, please paint me white
With the calm sleeps in your eyes
This is nothing but fear
This is the speech I always hear
This is noise which interferes
With my ears, hard to make it clear
Should I know? is it enough to make me go?
Should I go? or try to fix this somehow?
If I don't, my own words can turn against me
I can suppress and swallow, it's growing in me
When your face falls down for hide behind your hands
It gives birth for a moment
But not enough to see the point of your life
When you feel the stocks are running out, the end is near
We're balancing, devour time
Our home is just a thin line
Our home is just a thin line
The inside is out
The outside is in
Our mouth is the weapon
Our words are killing
These reflected letters are constantly feeding
This self-digesting process
When your face falls down for hide behind your hands
It gives birth for a moment
But not enough to see the point of your life
When you feel the stocks are running out, the end is near
We're balancing, devour the time
Our home is just a thin line
Which separates the true and false shine
Which separates
Are you gonna miss me?
When your words will dismiss me
Are you gonna miss me?
When your words will dismiss me
Speak to me
Speak to me
Slow down the time
Steal the seconds, the wall
Between you and I
Speak to me
Speak to me
Slow down the time
Steal the seconds, the wall
Between you and...
Speak to me
Speak to me
Slow down the time
Steal the seconds, the wall
Between you and I
Credits
Writer(s): Gabor Kovacs
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