It’s 5 am and the world keeps on moving…

My blurry vision’s still lying to me…

Singing and singing and singing in the night

Singing and singing in the night

And it feels just right

When I look into this dark ocean

I’m thinking about my friends

My throat is dry and my thoughts heavy

I know what’s important to me

Let these shores of twilight be our last escape

Let’s get away, get away, get away

Before the curtain falls down again

Get away, get away, get away

Before our feelings collapse in vain

Let these songs of passion be our last escape

I’ve grown so sick of the truth in the last years

But there’s something true that I still like to say:

“Life’s kind of ironic in the way it makes

You forget everything but all of your mistakes.”

Singing and singing and singing in the night

Singing and singing in the night

And it feels alright

So this rose never dies, No! This rose will never die.II doubt, but I’ll keep on moving

It’s the meaning of devotion

Let these words of trouble be our last escape

Let’s get away, get away, get away

Before the curtains drawn on our fun

Get away, get away, get away

Before it all catches up with us

Let these lovely memories be our last escape

Let these memories be our last escape…