We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
What's one more second in this exile?
It's death, maybe it's love,
It's pleasure, but I can't belive you still exist,
I can't decide, I can't stay,
I know I stayed here for too long, I know it too well...
I'm a prisoner in the loop of my time,
With my mind and soul like a cage,
I don't know what can I do to escape.
I want to run, I want to hide, I want to be.
I want to be seen by them all, without anything else.

We were lost in time, shouting, screaming.
Oh, how much I want you to stay in my time,
To be here together,
For me not to be alone,
To give us that lost second.
But what is one more second in this exile.