There is some kind of love,
which makes us feel special,
and lets us fastly shove,
ourselves inside the enigma of devil.

At first we don't know what to do,
are we really in love?

But then we find out more about us,
we get to know the person we actually are.

They teach us how to live,
people we care about,
teach us how to survive,
in the enigma of devil without any doubt.

Not ordinary
Confused and hollowed
Trick the bottle
Poison swallowed

We learn so much
We learn it all too late
Value of dreams, love, life
In favour of money, left to wither
Our children grow, uninterested in the passage of time
One last game of catch, tea, band practice
Whilst we look at budget reports
Time closes in

Wide, innocent eyes
Become wise and concerned
Each year, feeling shorter and shorter
While the visits to the doctor become longer and longer
The kids start to visit less
We never earned their time
We never tried our best

It all went by so fast
We, I, could have been better
Present, caring
Awake to that which made them smile
Even after they left home,
Should have seen, should have known

There was love inside their hearts
But we grew up blind
And now it's twilight
And the sun is already gone
We learn so much
We learn it all too late