begging for a senseful win
we offer everything and wait
but much too late and we've been
expecting our getting worse
no rehearse, that is the curse
of our too well hidden fate

sleeping to forget the dream
we won't remember anything
but pull the sting - well, it seems
there's still the better way to choose
no excuse, we all did lose
the time that only hope can bring

once we found we were stranded here
stumbling through a spooky sphere
strangely changing, growing weird
leaving even all the best ideas
behind

hoping that there is some hope
that could stand against our fears
and all the years down the *****
that we implored so soon to rise
but it denies and frightened eyes
cannot guess what seemed so clear

turning away - the world won't stop
and history is a part of us
but present fuss will blow up
the concepts of our fathers' minds
no rewind, we cannot find
'cause there's no sense in our must

seems every reason's caused by dust
but even now these dreams don't rust
'cause meaning is the wildest lust
since we woke up by looking just
behind