Tekstovi: Marlango. The Electrical Morning. Every Now Is Past.

I save the letters that people send to you
As a picture of your outlines
A silhouette of your voice

I don't know what you asked
But I keep all the answers
I don't know what you said
But I have all the questions

Time goes so fast
Every now is past
Time goes so fast
Every now is past

Will someone try to wake me out
By what you sent to me
Will they burn my memory
Till it's white dust

And keys that open nothing
And shoes that go nowhere
And wombs that had no babies
Are waiting up the stairs

Time goes so fast
Every now is past
Time goes so fast
Every now is past

The same stones, same bones
That had someone else before

Time goes so fast
Every now is past
Time goes so fast
Every now is past

Time goes so fast
Every now was