Thema Eleven - The Marvel
текст песни

when future makes it's final sentence
about you in your suburban hell
you stand over spilled coffee
waiting to finally close your eyes
you'll no longer have to inbreathe
attempt to smile and
touch more tenderly than ever before
what you inevitably lost
and then
chained to the ground
world-weary staring at the sky
and then
then you will know
the marvel will never come.