Wake up early just to know that I am still in bed
Architecture's turning over, town in painted red
And if I'm there
I'm walking backwards
Time and time again
I remember falling forwards
Not back into bed
Let the asphalt path continue
So it's words come clear
Turning of our simple distance
To those ending near
For whom it tides I'm tending here
Where it could begin
For whom it tides I'm tending here
Time and time again
We forget what we are at the right time, every time