Tekstovi: The Rise Of Science. Dark Eyes Dreaming.

I declared, stuttered and fell
short of what meant to say
You've won this one
Hopefully I'm transgressed
I guess you're too busy to know obsolete
But I'm fine. It's easy to read my condition
I'm unable to return the favor.

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We've said too much that we can't deliver
We're giving away the ending.
We've said too much that we can't deliver,
We're giving away the ending

We stayed up all night,
But you never heard our reply.
Your expression is stern, concerned,
Something on your mind?
Get well, a signature, a lovely card.
How Ironic?
Let's shake hands,
And be sicken with laughter
... ... ...Apology accepted

CHORUS

A horrid horizon, void of assurance,
A mirage,
Where no one can promise a good omen.
I daydream with little optimism
And all they can say,
Is hope for the best

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