Untitled Song lyrics

That man who never sleeps does not admit mistakes That man who never wakes up dreams his life away (A masterpiece still unnamed) Refrains from dissonant sounds (it's always a laboring) Playing the conductor of his own perfect symphony But always a string seems to mistune from the orchestra He needs to arrange it all So he tunes his life in a key so bright But he can never understand that in score of sky The storms are notes that must be also played Keeps on the choir, walking by nameless chords (Life is really strange: You hear it but can't name This untitled song) His voice was hesitant and colourless As in those who hope for nothing Because it’s perfectly useless to hope The same choked voice, as if a tight rope Wounded around his throat As he goes time remains quiet (it doesn't care if you rush by It gets along with every beat you try It conforms the pace you trace) Will that man speed up? Will he stop? Will he get the final applause now? Even though they're born in every yard That man is hiding thorns (If people see them, what will they say?) So he tunes his life in a key so bright But he can never understand that in score of sky The storms are notes that must be also played Keeps on the choir until the last chord sounds But by now he can't hear himself The loud crowd is in the way (Life is as strange as an untitled song)