Paroles Lows and highs Moros Eros

Lows and highs

Should I know where my home is, or can I just wander around?
Out the door, a slow decay, I prepare to be split apart,
Between the seams of thoughts and skills, ‘cause there lies a secret space,
Of love and hate, and changeable horizons,
Of love and hate, and changeable horizons.
I’m rising.

When I walk in through that door,
I don’t care about them all dying.
But we’ll make love when it’s too late,
On this occasion of lows and highs.

While out there on the hillside, where the sun is pouring through,
Here I sit with my lies, and the stories I told you,
Of recurring dreams of dying in a fiery car crash,
Where flames on my body create burns inside burns.
Every minute of my life.
Now I’m rising.

When I walk in through that door,
I don’t care about them all dying.
But we’ll make love when it’s too late,
On this occasion of lows and highs,

I forgot to ask, is it really that time again?
When I get scared, can I really walk up to him?
If I turn my back, will he turn his back on me?
When the world ends, will I be thrown back to earth?