The time the lights went out

I wouldn't like to live alone
I wouldn't like to see myself down, but sometimes I would.
I'd like to keep my head clean all the time, but sometimes I can't.
And I'm sure I know my reason to be, but right now I don't
Our thoughts are connected, our thoughts are infected,
Are rejected by daily routine
Our hearts are connected, your blood is infected
That won't do - that won't do?
a light against our daily routine
On the spur of this moment ....you are listening to the words not meant for you
But we don't know what time the lights went out
Wiser ones might have done worse in such a pass
We don't know what time the lights went out
And if we strove with doubt or anger, none of us could say
I wouldn't like to live alone
I wouldn't like to see someone down
But sometimes I would
And I think I have my own identity, but just as long as I talk
I wouldn't like to talk so much. Anyway, I don't.
Our thoughts are destructive - and sold as constructive
but we hope that restrictions vanish and let your dreams come true..
not imitation - nor instigation
That's one thing, that's one thing to be deemed "angry"
Notwithstanding - well intended
And on the spur of this moment ....loyalty divided by confusion in our hearts
There are so many things we want to do in our life, but no decision can be made.
Every step we take (make) is preceded by rational thinking, and our hearts fade.
Moments in which we let feelings take let me, us, you rise against daily routine!
life is so beautiful
a seeming idyll full of repressed violence
we follow blindly
cognizant of you trinkets
I'd like to see you down
But we don't know what time the lights went out
Wiser ones might have done worse in such a pass
We don't know what time the lights went out
And if we strove with doubt or anger, none of us could say