We keep on howling through this quiet scene, our 
footsteps wither and everything seems to fall apart while 
we are moving on. in this quiet scene it´s in our hands 
if the footsteps get a second chance, don´t throw this 
moment away, the spirit depends on our intention to cry 
out. it´s never too late! this is a riot of words and i´m 
ready to start an unstable moment. we can search for the 
sun deep inside our broken hearts. there is a reason for 
this intensity, the final fact for me to stay. the fear 
of change, and we are pounding on prosperity that once 
made us so strong. but time keeps ticking slowly away, so 
if there´s anything to do, do it! so if there´s anything 
to say - this is a riot of words and i´m ready to start 
an unstable moment. we can shoplift the sun out the 
stores of broken hearts. this is a call to wake the 
blind, the chance for escape. a long necessary 
consequence for that weakness is taking me apart. bricks 
need to fall, break down the wall, hear the a
pathy call you by your name, the same mistakes made on a 
different day, the spirals inside won´t provide a 
solution, the fire will die when you cut it off the air. 
we linger, we hesitate as time moves on. far too few have 
been there for too long and we keep waiting for that 
song. the fire, the fire´s on! so if there´s anything to 
do, if there´s anything to say, if there´s any chance to 
get rid of that sound of a pityful end, my head in the 
sand. no! what better place than here? what better time 
than now? we have to focus on it!