All the things Lost,
No matter how sweet the salt
We pushed so hard we finally broke
Oh no more apologies need be exchanged
Oh no words could ever help relieve this pain
All our silence could not excuse
Disappoint or further prove
Anything other than what we already know
Easier to live with pain than have to let it go
Spent your life collecting so you can never forget
Treasured moments become lost treasures
When you can't recollect
Everyone keeps asking are we ok
The truth is we're not
But I don’t know what to say
---o---
During these days I’ve transferred all my sorrows to a dream
A cloud dream where all the characters are made from fantasy
Fantasy not made by me, stolen from other minds
From other imaginations, other passions, other reasons, other existences
Those existences try to fulfill my own emptiness
All the things lost
I keep asking and asking myself, merciless, where are them
Why are so hard to find, why there’s such emptiness, why I can’t find joy without them
Have I ever had them? Have I experienced them? Why my soul keeps seeking soullessly and pricelessly, mischievously things that it doesn’t even know?
Have I lost them? Have I even had them?
Why is this music and these lyrics affects me so profoundly?
Why I can’t abandon it?
And I don’t know what to say…
Because I keep waiting for a moment that becomes so treasured that it can’t be lost in memory, but…
Time escapes from me, life runs with it, work drowns me, passion overwhelms me,
I can’t bear the habituation
Everyone keeps asking are we ok
The truth is we’re not
To all the things we’ve lost
