Texty: Lacrimas Profundere. Astronautumn.

In better times I'm diving
Let or crosses crown our past
Let contraries speak the truth
Don't speak the truth again

Dust is all what we have in our hands
Be lost not found but it's all never now
When we are fixed then we are over
Before we're there, say goodbye

For no more and forever
We embrace some vacuum
So we heard, there's no real good
Come on and burn in you

Dust is all what we have in our hands
Be lost not found but it's all over now
When we are fixed then we are over
Before we're there, say goodbye, say goodbye

Dust is all what we have in our hands
Be lost not found but it's all over now
When we are fixed then we are over
Before we're there, say goodbye