How does one make sense?
Projections of what is next always seem to fail.
Still I cannot get myself to feel ashamed.
Again and again; but for you, my love.
When days projected into the night
There would always be a light
When days projected into the night
Our time and memories
keep fading further away; What I have set out for you
can never be changed If my dreams can catch you,
take my hand; Make me breathe
When days projected into the night
There would always be a light
When days projected into the night
I can see; it still burns in me
I can see; it still burns in me
(Solo)
When days projected into the night
There would always be a light
When days projected into the night
When days projected into the night
There would always be a light
When days projected into the night
I can see; it still burns in me
I can see; it still burns in me
it still burns in me
(I can see)
(I can feel it)

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