Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
He seems so... different, not familiar now... Nevertheless, ich liebe... Some time I promised myself I'll never say these words in Ukrainian anymore. Here's the solution. There are a lot of other languages.
Now, when you're gone, the warmth of sun seems so faraway... (c)
There are reasons why I quoted this. That person... he seems to have
changed. He already has a meaning and we're on different sides from the
border between worlds. I'm looking at them through the unbreakable
glass with glass eyes and smiling with an artificial smile...
Usual thoughts, I know. I'm not as intelligent as the meaning. I'm not
real.
But you won't break me. I'm transparent and made of glass.You see
everything I think and feel. Unbreakable, like the glass between the
worlds of you and me. Email and MSN are my ways of speaking. MySpace is
a place to broadcast myself. Wires connect me to your world. But I'll never get there. You can easily erase me.
I feel the window shaking... Maybe you feel this too? Of course, you don't think of some virtuality piece from another world. But I do exist, I do exist here. I still...
No dream. No more dream. No meaning.
Now, when you're gone, the warmth of sun seems so faraway... (c)
There are reasons why I quoted this. That person... he seems to have
changed. He already has a meaning and we're on different sides from the
border between worlds. I'm looking at them through the unbreakable
glass with glass eyes and smiling with an artificial smile...
Usual thoughts, I know. I'm not as intelligent as the meaning. I'm not
real.
But you won't break me. I'm transparent and made of glass.You see
everything I think and feel. Unbreakable, like the glass between the
worlds of you and me. Email and MSN are my ways of speaking. MySpace is
a place to broadcast myself. Wires connect me to your world. But I'll never get there. You can easily erase me.
I feel the window shaking... Maybe you feel this too? Of course, you don't think of some virtuality piece from another world. But I do exist, I do exist here. I still...
No dream. No more dream. No meaning.