Day 93 of our life in a bubble
The boy is so busy, he is always so busy
Talking is cheap, why would we waste time
on exchanging news
about our uninteresting life
His Majesty isn't fond of upscale technology
Spares his voice for interpersonal chats
Even about seeing, there is that thing about believing
(Hearts are bleeding)
No, only mine is feeling
That way when he disappears in a parallel universe
Dimensional leap to a beeping realm
in my head it counts up to a thousand years
On day 365 comes the anniversary of tears
And Fate starts working on its final scene
The curtains have fallen, curtains’ been called
The Prince rides away on the blue farewell road
No man left behind, it was his only chance
to fulfill all his dreams
and wish the Girl all his best.