Like a hole in the toilet
and everything we've left there.
Flowing fast of our heads and minds. Blurring in every sight, then shattered at every shock.

(We've dived into the memory of the remains, we then grab it in vain).

Like a hole in the toilet
and everything we've left there,
and everything we're trying to get after.
Everything,
just a soul which used to be frozen and now dead stiff.

Like a hole in the toilet
and everything we've left there.
Hope will reproduce again,
and fail always win more,
we both have tried,
we both feel relieved.