There's a memory There's a memory at the end of this street A color, a door An old photograph Distant tolls of past echoes Distant tolls of voices Of loves, of races, of laughter Of things now past They seem so distant They seem so beloved Stardust Of stars without borders Then it's arrived The time to stop To start again So I book a trip Yes, a trip so as not to die I gather my things I take a walk without fuss I try to chase away gravity But like a star, there you are, I tell myself, it can't go on To hurt so much To make itself heard It's just a matter of perspective Or is it just a matter of buying A nice gun But then I think I think But who makes me do it? I stop to think that it's such a bitch A bitch that it'll kill me? So the time has come to stop to start again so I'll book a trip yes, a trip so I don't die near your neighborhood near your neighborhood
