The real world, unattainable, undemonstrable, cannot be promised, but even when merely thought of a consolation, a duty, an imperative.
lyrics
Mist blurs my eyes
Truth spoken through lye’s
Reaching out, but cannot grab
This mirage
Dim it stands, before my eyes
So close to me
The same old sun
Shining through the mist
Just beyond my fingertips
Heaven lies surrounded by fog
Just beyond my fingertips
Afterlife waits for me
Is it just my idea?
An object of my illusion
Is it just a made idea?
But it seems to stand so clear
If only I could stretch some more
I am so close
If only the fog would blow away
If only the night would turn into day
How can I believe?
Why should I believe?
The same old sun
Shining through the mist
Father you have forsaken me
Father, now I roam alone
My goal remains unattained
For ever more
My goal becomes northerly
And pale
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