From a minute to a day
I'm fed with air that's cut
From the voice the of the weak
That knows it's not enough

From a minute to a day
I stand not far apart
From the passing shoulders
Who thought they stood alone

Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth

Forgiveness for memory
I refuse to know a world

Who's that dreaming
Dreaming no truth

Between me and myself
I can't meet a world