In the age of fleeting desires
Clocks measure our time
We are looking for a free mouth
In the summer of lost lips
This dance floor is on fire
We discover our own frame from posters
We need words
In the age of drunk souls

Before she tears off the roof, we want to live like this until the end
Don't count on a day or a miracle
We sow the wind so that the rain drowns us
Can you still feel the pulse

A peculiar condition
Whose dream are you dreaming today?

If on the other side
These days are not promised to us
And we lose sense
In the era of extinguished hearts

A shallow inhale, a high wall, I try to take off
The horizon is shrinking, time passes
A quick target, a conscious movement, the movie breaks off
The trace is lost

Before she tears off the roof, we want to live like this until the end
Don't count on a day or a miracle
We sow the wind so that the rain drowns us
We don't want to feel too much

Before she tears off the roof, we want to live like this until the end
Don't count the day? And for a miracle
We sow the wind so that the rain drowns us
Can you still feel the pulse?

A peculiar condition
Whose dream are you dreaming today?