Tekstovi: Second. Invisible. On An Island.

Alone, isolation. An island
So far from the nearest sign of life
No ones is coming, No one is coming
Settled in a made to measure place
Why are you dragging me along...

Efforts in the wrong direction
Played repeatedly

Like a Deja vu
Slow motion, in slow motion
You're not up to date with the latest news

Someone else would have a reaction, you cutted yourself from reality
Your insides are asking for action...it couldn't be clearer, Can't you see it?

I can't stand your full resignation to the alarming fate
Weary questions wondering who's at fault. There's no telling

It is impossible to find it out...It's irrational,...it's a waste of time...and you haven't got too much to say...

Same speech, same words and messages repeating, frustrating the possibility of improvement
Stop it now, stop it now, that's enough, stop it now
it's disconcerting . Inventing your own truth on a desert island

I can't stand your full resignation to the alarming fate
Weary questions wondering who's at fault. There's no telling

It is impossible to find it out...It's irrational,...it's a waste of time...and you haven't got too much to say...

and you haven't got to much to say...
Cards are gone,...closing your eyelids...on a desert island
No one comes,closing your eyelids...nothing to show
Stop it now...closing your eyelids...swallow your pride
Just for once...closing your eyelids...start to fly off...