And Yet...

(альбом: The Spiritual Dark Age - 2018)

When all our good friends
Are married and pious about the things they did
When they were young and loose
Look me up, reach out sister
I'll be waiting in the chapel
With a cigarette and a cocktail just for you

Because the weight to make our way
To tick the boxes neatly placed
I call bullshit, you call bullshit
This fleeting wondrous life won't fit

And yet...

Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?

While our better halves
Who cut out our still beating hearts
And are pushing strollers like brain dead motors in the park
You and I tread a different path
Like lightning across the heavens we'll flash
Showing only, yes solely what we love

Because the weight to make our way
To tick the boxes neatly placed
I call bullshit, you call bullshit
This fleeting wondrous life won't fit

And yet...

Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
Who will I reach for
When the dark comes in?