I don't know what to do with my spare time I guess I'm making another mistake Seems like once again I've got the wrong idea About what it is to "be on the right track"
And so briefly, it's like Intense fireworks, shining brilliantly And now they're scorching my soul
I believe the day will come that I hold your bare heart in my hands1 I rush through without a backwards glance despite the memories of days gone by
A pathway in the night The moon is concealed in the whiteness of my breath The mockery of night swimming But I know I can't become him
I reach out my hands to cover the sky If I could be as pure2 as the moon It wells up and starts to overflow3
I believe the day will come when I meet what you call your true "self" I rush through without a backwards glance at the faint memories in the corner of my eye
Scorching my soul, can I go yet? I tell myself I'm halfway there Such things as "sadness" and "emptiness" I take everything as I rush through
I believe the day will come that I hold your bare heart in my hands I rush through without a backwards glance despite the memories of days gone by