Lyric

Guess it's always one nice blur into shorter days

Left by left, and now no need to pretend

Something stayed without an end

No calls, no text, just space, erase, phase

Stuck in place, same place

Pop glass, deep red wine

Not yours, not mine

4-4-4-4 BPM

Four, four, time's bigger and then

One day, I say I don't mind

Is it the black rhythm of mine?

Close, not close, out of time

Do yours , off the line

Clash

4-4-4-4 BPM

Four, four, time's bigger and then

One day, I say I don't mind

Is it the black rhythm of mine?

Close, not close, out of time

Do yours , off the line

Don't say it was

Don't break with the moves

Don't say it was

Nothing left to clue

Clash