She ran into the wall
so sweet and unknown
a worn comatose


after six milograms
we're talking again

who would know
sweet and so low
who would know


my brain doesn't produce any
i'm soaring without anything


she said i'm taking my time
and now we'll move on with everyone

i'll see my friend soon again

my brain doesn't produce any

i'm soaring without anything

we said aloud

that we can't pull out