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Dripping still from seawater

Hoping for a longer break

(Hope, hope)

In my story I'm the author

How long have I been awake?

Seven years of unawareness

Holding on to infant energy

Holding on, holding on

Holding on, holding on

Holding on, holding on

Holding on, holding on

Holding on, holding on

All the moments are gone

Finding it alone

Trying to atone

All the moments are gone

Forever is a myth

The presence is the only thing that's real

I would gladly spend a lifetime

Chasing hopelessly the sublime

Reconstructing broken walls

Building me a solid fortress

Closing the familiar holes

Repainting the old portraits