Deep inside our bodies, as they start to move,
Is a freshly placed wind-up key making a clamor! Can you feel it?

Looking down from the edge of this dull, pointless world...
Just who are you?

This untouchable future is twisted before our very eyes;
(If you can't touch it, just slip on through)
Though this world fading into yesterday is nothing but a pre-established harmony.
(Since everything is so uncertain)
Despair, and hope, still remain in a paper-thin state.
(We remain so vague, swaying listlessly at sea)
But they are still so precious, even if they can't be seen.
(Only you...) (Only you, forever...)
The darkness, so softly... pulls you along by the hand.

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Getting lost in our rushing breath,
Our view begins to peel away;
It's like a game of "spot the difference",
So tell me which one is real. C'mon now!

Presenting this warm, tender, means for our world's survival...
Just who are you?

All the noise flying about takes my whole heart out of focus;
(From deep our hearts, it surges forth)
By tomorrow, I'm sure it will be out of my control.
(In the past... and future)
Ahh... Despair? Hope? You? Me? Inside? Outside?
(We, ahh... offer a nonsensical prayer)
Singing of this unreliability, I search for its meaning -
Please God, pull this hand along a bit.

Even if we're never assigned worth for our being born,
The accumulation of disorder, day after day, will provide us with an answer.

This untouchable future is twisted before our very eyes;
(If you can't touch it, just slip on through)
Though this world fading into yesterday is nothing but a pre-established harmony.
(Since everything is so uncertain)
Despair? Hope? They still remain in a paper-thin state.
(We remain so vague, swaying listlessly at sea)
But they are still so precious, if you're the one to choose them.
The darkness, so firmly... pulls you along by the hand.