Tesis (feat. Zahara)

Chemical circumstance
A bland mix
Spills over my lips
It's neither cold nor hot
It's tough to describe the little desire to tell you what I see
But here it goes

The physical distance, erosion of mystique
Slides through my soul
What a beast the conclusion is
It's tough to describe the little desire to say how to fix it
But here it goes

From all I know about you, I’ll write a doctoral thesis
Torment without ecstasy, a degree in bailing out

I know, there’s the door
And you even left it open for me
I wish I could say I’m sorry but it just won’t come out
I know, there’s the door
And you even left it open for me
I wish I could say I’m sorry
What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I can’t cry, I don’t give a damn about living
What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I can’t cry, I don’t give a damn about living

I feel nothing
And it’s a nothing compared to the universe, it’s insane
I feel nothing
And I’ve never been so scared, but here it goes

I know, there’s the door
And you even left it open for me
I wish I could say I’m sorry but it just won’t come out
I know, there’s the door
And you even left it open for me
I wish I could say I’m sorry but it just won’t come out

What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I can’t cry, I don’t give a damn about living
What if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I can’t cry, I don’t give a damn about living

What if I feel like falling?
Uh, what if I feel like falling? Or feel like jumping?
I can’t cry, I don’t give a damn about living