Fall Of '99

Facts are clear
When fate batters you
One can do nothing,
But hope for better time to come
And for things to take their way again
Like the river returns to its course.
Yet theres still more,
You will realize how lucky a man can be
Not to be alone,
To count on somebody in those moments
When your feel like you´re nothing,
When you just seem a detail
Of something much more complex,
Of something difficult for one self to understand.
You cant hide, but lie there deep
In your mind.
That´s why you can´t waste miles,
Cause you expect more of that all
Can´t waste your precious time
On that existential [bad word] On the things that will put you down
That will leave you weaker and weaker.
Like that fall of 99,
When everything looked Grey,
As if you had a filter on your retina
When some sort of color got into your life.