Vapasar

Night falls, day flies
Breathing becomes difficult
Someone whistles through the mist
It was all foam, a concrete scare
Ideas pile up
Under the carpet of my gray sky
With no money in my pockets
I was happier without pockets

Growls of an old dog
With a tear, the sea overflows
Distortion in the mirrors
They're bad jokes to avoid thinking
Suddenly you're missed
The train had never reached there
No one whistles in the mist anymore
I know we'll be fine soon

(This too shall pass)

Night falls, day flies
With a tear, the sea overflows
Someone whistles through the mist
They're bad jokes to avoid thinking
Ideas pile up
The train had never reached there
With no money in my pockets
I know we'll be fine soon

(This too shall pass)