There is a line that I can reach
There is a line that I can reach
There is a line that I can reach
But I can never ever pass

Over and over and over again
I keep moulding and moulding the castles of sand
To see endeavours devoured by waves
Till there’s  nothing left
Nothing left
Ye-ye-ye

Hoping to find the truth in your eyes I plunge
Blinded by glittering streams of delight I touch
My mind devoured by waves
Till there’s  nothing left
Nothing left

I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

Trying to hide my shortcomings behind your wall
Of merits and values I seem to forget it all
Such a weird structure is easy to split in two
But it’s up to you
Up to you

Split in two
Split in two
Split in two
Split in two

And I always keep forgetting that I’m only sixth
Maybe seventh, maybe eighteenth
In your preference list
There’s a line that I can reach
But I can never pass
There is me and there is you
But there is no “us”

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