Light from the years ago, not limited yet, thinking music in my way, taking all that I have said. I know it is coming, I know it comes one day, like a shadow without a body, like a word I cannot say. Years are passing through, nothing changes, nothing true, winds are spreading over and over, bringing pieces back to you. Over and over, nothing stays over. One day is coming, one day never comes. I keep the silence moving, I keep the distance near, every road becomes a circle when the ending disappears. Maybe time is only pretending that it knows where we should go, maybe every disappearing thing is the only thing we know. Years are passing through, nothing changes, nothing true, winds are spreading over and over, bringing pieces back to you. Over and over, nothing stays over. One day is coming, one day never comes. I am taking all I say, leaving something on the way, if tomorrow knows my name, let it find me where I stayed. No beginning, no surrender, no clear line beneath the sun, I keep waiting for the moment that has already begun. One day is coming. One day never comes. One day is coming. One day never comes.
