Testo di Departure

Sit and talk to strangers As though they're friends Waiting on company As though your life depends I'm afraid this madness May be getting black Engulfing you And all you are in that Hands to hold it Hands to break Don't waste Don't waste I know pride and little lies Breed pseudo-nymphs, and suicides Relieves the brightest star from bright To fall to its end I struggle to maintain the light It helps me to remain I pulled myself together Now all you circus clowns! Hands to hold it Hands to break Don't waste Don't waste Hands to hold it Hands to break Don't waste Don't waste