Texty: Sondre Lerche. Dead End Mystery.

Did we get too tight or let the mystery puzzle reveal itself?
Now that you have other plans we were even closer than I could tell
But I'm not crying
Familiar with these strange realities

How does the moon shine?
How does the wind howl?
I can't defy it
It's nothing to do with me
It's just another dead end mystery

I'm not crying
I'm not crying

When the late, last caustic days approach somebody so immaculate
Rain will pour and violins may sound from rooftops that touch the sky
But I'm not crying
To terms with such a trying destiny

How does the moon shine?
How does the wind howl?
I can't defy it
Now everyone suggests getting some sleep
As if that's gonna solve a dead end mystery

I'm not sleeping
I'm not sleeping
I'm not sleeping