Testo
I write this narrative
All these small lines
In the fine print
You'll find my heart
Contagious, old-fashioned
Things that come to mind
So this is what they call mind over matter
Another chemical escape into empty spaces
From cornerstones and crowded places
In my mind I roam the room
Every corner the slightest trace of you
There was a blueprint, a narrative
But these sheets
They aren't white
And they're mine
The night's indifferent
In grey canyons
My poor mind wanders on
It wanders on
I'm so shallow
I'm indifferent
I'm so shallow
I'm indifferent