If you counted every hour
of my peninsular world,
you would see that the sea doesn't count
when you sail out of spite.
Don't you know that everything is erased?
Or do you you know but you're sleepless?
Follow me if you can run
but don't say I've been afraid too long.
You'll think you can be free,
You'll think you can be clear
when your smile fits well
and you don't know how to count.
From the quietest corners,
a cry came out too loud
and that's why the dogs go there,
that's why I never get there.
And now this head that doesn't sleep anymore
looks like a joke but I get the strength she knows where.
And now that she's looking at me I can tell you that it's true,
that sometimes it passes and turns and starts again.
Don't you know that is everything erased?
Or do you know but you have no sleep?
Follow me if you can run
but don't say I've been afraid for too long.
Don't you know that everything is it erased?
Or do you know it but you have no sleep?
Life with droppers...