In slow motion
a bear came down to our island with blood in his arms
He was watching us
Our thoughts were swallowed a moment before he arrived
The snow froze our sighs and the words didn't came
while you were painting those red and blue lines,
a new chance to read between them
My little mistakes, the roof full of them
And I swear I don't know what to do,
we're trapped on a boat to small for us
And then we returned, we turned to birds
and birds are faking, they can't fly
the run to guns, they're blind, we're blind
Days eating days, becoming months
we try to climb but no so high
And endless race, a far parade
We won't arrive until the day
The day after tomorrow
The day after tomorrow
The day after tomorrow
The day before tomorrow

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