What is this place?
I`m sure that I was never here
I know these gray walls somehow keep my memories
Wandering around was supposed to clear everything
Unknown place, but strangely familiar voice runs through my ears
Is this song of forgotten love
or well hidden shame,
getting close to understand
I know all these words
But melody seems to change
Turning this into mystery
Pace of this city does not help at all,
When I want to stop it pushes me off
Just for a second I want to stop...
I want to stop...
Trying to remember traces I have made
walking by faceless sculptures
on pavement with no end
So many songs,
So many words,
Only one meaning,
How should I know?
Eyes locked on never ending horizon,
pattern of this place, made me think again
I`m still not sure if that path is right
Sky scrapers seem so numb
Closing gap while I try to watch the sky
Like vultures but made of concrete
Circling above my head
Whispering words about my death
Taking their time,
Siren's song worked again
It is always too late
When you understand
Now I remember traces I have made
They were pushing me forward
on pavement that had the end.