And we keep talking
We keep living
In a past
That is gone
Long long gone
But not to us
Life is here
Life is now
But we keep dreaming
We keep blabbering
About a world
About a future
That is not this one
We keep talking
We keep repeating
Until we have become not
Language is rotting
Language is fading
And words are no more
Melodies are broken
Senses are crumbling
And we are still not
Nothing of nothing
And nothing of none
Nothing is becoming
Something we thought it could not
A part of our day
A part of us
A word to our world
A language we speak with