Be patient, every line, every question
the layers scraped away one by one
can you read the answer?
Memories and forgetting afterwards
where is that meeting point, uncertain bridge built of words
what do they mean, what do you mean?
There’s your white and here’s our black dressed pose
we all escaped just to hit another walls,
we feel so free and we think we ‘re honest
we feel so real in a crowd in this moment
when we’ve lost our identities
when we’ve sold our identities
I’ve learnt to let go of my dreams
cause I, I had such good teachers
and I, I’ve learned myself to flow
That’s what they say life is about
But do they know what life is about?
They say I have to protect myself
but I heard the song that made me ‘runaway’
And you’ve already failed
so please stop teaching.
And now I'll ask, will you answer?
I wanna make you ask again
and if I fail, who will remain to make you ask you again?
who will remain to make you ask again?
There’s your white and here’s our black dressed pose
we all escaped just to hit another walls,
we feel so free and we think we ‘re honest
we feel so real in a crowd in this moment
when we’ve lost our identities
when we’ve sold our identities
music and lyrics by Laura Zitna
