Listen, the world speaks,
But when do we really hear it?
I listen to music in a reality
That lives in my emotion,
But what about the place
Where I must continue?
My heart drops
Like the dew after sunrise
When I wake up from what is untrue
To most,
And I always live my days
With one foot in my head.
But when do we really hear it?
I listen to music in a reality
That lives in my emotion,
But what about the place
Where I must continue?
My heart drops
Like the dew after sunrise
When I wake up from what is untrue
To most,
And I always live my days
With one foot in my head.