Senseless - Theatre Of Tragedy

Watch slow moving pictures pass instead

I disassembled what was mundane

Looking for what’s left and does remain

I challenge the truth

I’m fighting illusions

Come, let’s be receptive

To all the senseless delusions

Moments that bore the years of youth

Now a hintless trace of me and you

Synchronise our words that are sincere

Articulated in ways hard to hear

Let us recognise the end

Seal it from within

I know love did confound us then

And there’s no one there, all alone again

Never will I leave before all’s been said and done

And I turn to you: «Can you see the fading sun?»