Talking to

It's getting boring I'm acting roses while painting the stage in black
I'm feeling like a rattle, moving quietly in place with no next step

I'll set up my time not following anyone
Set up my time not listening to anyone
Set up my time not falling for anyone
Set up the time, no reins on anyone
Living for a last time, anything matters now

I've been sick of these limits for a while
I'm exhausted to brood this

By the loneliness I tasted for real
By the love we asked to lead us
By the storms I passed thru in
By the candor, talk to me now

Set up my time not following anyone
Set up my time not listening to anyone
Set up my time not falling for anyone
Set up the time, no reins on anyone
Living for a last time, anything matters now

I've been sick of these limits for a while
I'm exhausted to brood this

By the loneliness I tasted for real
By the love we asked to lead us
By the storms I passed thru in
By the candor, talk to me now

I'm crawling, debating, enduring
Am I fool to (have) heard it or to don’t know to talk to?
We're starving, we're homeless, betraying ourselves and
Living in the same world but divided in two

If I had spoken, if you had heard
If I had silenced myself, we’d learn

I've been sick of these limits for a while
I'm exhausted to brood this

By the loneliness I tasted for real
By the love we asked to lead us
By the storms I passed thru in
By the candor, talk to me now