There she sleeps
In the garden where lovers bloom
Entangled in her own utopia
There she waits
For the moon to smile on her
Drowsy by the stroking summer breeze
There she walks
Strugles against the density of air
Soothed by the changing city lights
So she sleeps in conformist deliverance
Transcending to a state
Where nothing seems real
But the pain won't stop
So she lingers her breathing
Refuses to realize something is gone
Lamps casts shadows on the road
That don't seem real anymore
So she mourns and the tears seem to suspend
Too empty to hit the floor
When not even that is real
But the pain won't go
Fly away, now the air is pure no more
This was, this was your choice
Fly away, don't let it reach you
Run from life...
Life is inertia, Love is inertia
Death is inertia, Inertia guides us all
Life is inertia, Love is inertia
Death is inertia, Inertia guides us all
Fly away, now the air is pure no more
This was, this was your choice
Fly away, don't let it reach you
Run from life...