she ran into the wall 
so sweet and unknown 
a worn comatose 

after six milograms 
we're talking again 
who would know 
sweet and so low 
who would know 

my brain doesn't produce any 
i'm soaring without anything 

she said i'm taking my time 
and now we'll move on with everyone 
i'll see my friend soon again 

my brain doesn't produce any 
i'm soaring without anything 

we said aloud 
that we can’t pull out