Teksty: You In Series. We've All Wandered Out Of Reach.

How daring your heels
retreating,
tempting me to bend;
Dreaming up measurements,
silhouetting secrets.
"he's given his word,
he's taking his own way;
Making up for lost time.
Blessed we are all contained,
from (writing you off) holding it in,
you will be detached, from me.
From telling you apart I've lost the translation...
repeating(repeating)
"You will never be new again,
you will never see you through me". You are no longer visible,
some-where you are making right with this.