Soft Machine - Nevea Tears

A tattered heart and a selfish boy will hold every second close.

The day when the last call is up begins to sound closer.

Signatures are for the self righteous.

What did I create? I must be asleep.

You move in tones.

You talk in shapes.

I must be asleep.

Waving as I disappear.

I’m better than this, and I' better than you.

This is where you beg for my sorrow.

We should not play the maker; we should hold our breath now.

Signatures are for the self righteous.

What did I create?

I wish this was easier!

I wish this was closer!

I’ve got nothing left; I’m so tired of all of you.

I want to go back where we came from and stab this city.

Maybe I’m just tired of a «perfect"world that we’ll never have.