Restart
Seems like a few years now
Pacing around our rooms
Our eyes are hurting from
The pessimistic views
We closed the curtains shut
And always found an excuse
Oh what a way
To waste my time here with you
I just want a restart lately
A life without the useless daydreams
Get rid of all the shit
That we've been carrying around
All this baggage
That keeps slowing us down
We used to talk about how
Life is too complicated
I've come to realize now
Those were justifications
For never trying to escape this quicksand
What if a spark is all it takes
To make a difference?
(Can you feel the sun on your skin?)
I just want a restart lately
A life without the useless daydreams
Get rid of all the shit
That we've been carrying around
All this baggage
That keeps slowing us down
What a waste, what a waste
To be running in place
Felt the cold in my brain
Paralyzing what's left of my alacrity
I'm dying for a restart lately
The deadbeat in my head won't save me
I just need a restart maybe
(What a waste, what a waste)
So caught up in these useless daydreams
(To keep running in place)
There will be no divine intervention
No god from the machine
The deadbeat in my head won't save me
Pacing around our rooms
Our eyes are hurting from
The pessimistic views
We closed the curtains shut
And always found an excuse
Oh what a way
To waste my time here with you
I just want a restart lately
A life without the useless daydreams
Get rid of all the shit
That we've been carrying around
All this baggage
That keeps slowing us down
We used to talk about how
Life is too complicated
I've come to realize now
Those were justifications
For never trying to escape this quicksand
What if a spark is all it takes
To make a difference?
(Can you feel the sun on your skin?)
I just want a restart lately
A life without the useless daydreams
Get rid of all the shit
That we've been carrying around
All this baggage
That keeps slowing us down
What a waste, what a waste
To be running in place
Felt the cold in my brain
Paralyzing what's left of my alacrity
I'm dying for a restart lately
The deadbeat in my head won't save me
I just need a restart maybe
(What a waste, what a waste)
So caught up in these useless daydreams
(To keep running in place)
There will be no divine intervention
No god from the machine
The deadbeat in my head won't save me
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Zimmermann, Malte Graetsch
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