I think, that... Well, that's enough.
I think and it's complicated. The short version is "I love you so much", but still, it's complicated.
I'm only afraid, that my mistakes will move mountains away from the sun.
Rain and clouds are liking each other. Get a room and let me think!

The biggest mystery for me is why I'm thinking what I'm thinking and also, what exactly am I thinking.

And so, no surrealism can make up for this vague emptiness of my Sundays.

Well, be yourself, if there is such a thing.

Fate is like a big landscape,
With you somewhere inside,
Lost, but moving.

Don't blame yourself,
Unless you're blaming me,
Then blame yourself,
As I already have what you think that you need,
I don't need it, too.

Call me, if you need my help,
Call me, if you are fine,
Call me,
As I'm reaching the point of no return to my unaccepted apologies.

Mysterious travellers are crossing my mind,
Looking for something of value to find.

I know, when I'm sober and lucid,
That my life isn't about something,
But about not doing anything stupid.

And that the end of the tunnel is waiting for me, as I'm getting on the nerves of the tunnel.