That carved stone statue of pure white, the clarity of the stressless colour is luring
I sit in the living room and posed as the statue, I can almost hear the same thoughts and troubles in the forest of pine needles
Passing through a votex of green, a force of mystery slowly knocks
All of us contain the same brains, with the same personalities
The strings falling from the door sway and radiate but without the wind they can only stand still
I know having the same mind is significant, so the arrogance will not be dulled in solitude the framed fortress
With a very European atmostphere, facing this same poster, from miles away
We are smiling together
Synchronicity cannot be faked, we have the same kind of tune
Nevermind the weather report because that is irrelevant
The rain will not stop us from balling and we only listen to music channels
Hoping that in a corner of the sky, we can leave our marks best if it was blue there
Sychronicity cannot be fake, we have the same kind of tune
We rely on ourselves for everything, deciding what jacket to wear
We have our own belts of signal and never compare it with others
We only drink iced beverages, we laugh very little nad eat whole wheat bread
Nearly going crazy, my mood sways from the track, nearly out of my mind, I cannot fall asleep
Nearly going crazy, emotions mock me, nearly out of my mind, I can’t take it anymore
Perhaps this is better, if our identities switch, my troubles
You will also feel completely bored and annoyed
Nearly going crazy, going out of my mind