Where nothing is like cotton clouds.

Well, We'll be back to the start where nothing is like cotton clouds.
Who said there's nothing left to lose should be right anywhere, but not here.
Angry people get they fucking life as a dream.
And we back to nowhere searching for a self steem.

Listen for the last time,
I'll never repeat it too loud:
We are back to the start
Where nothing is like cotton clouds.

Should we dance on next winter party?
Should we live on a same reality?
When we have nothing to do
When we have nothing to be?


Listen for the last time,
I'll never repeat it too loud:
We are back to the start
Where nothing is like cotton clouds.


Nothing is.
Never is.
Pain
Is like clothes that we're wearing out without want
Or we want?