Bye-bye, waving my hand, Sunday morning; the winter sky presses in on the early afternoon.
Urged on by restlessness, I flew away.
My mind was clear, and the escape from the East
Became an automatic flight.
Breath grows deeper, climbing beyond the runner's high.
A chest-pain stabs from the opening window of heaven, so dazzlingly bright.
The evolving dream, the evolving song
Racing on, racing on, racing on, racing on
So that it won't rust.
Endless, endless.
Toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow.
Walking again.
The sun of tomorrow that we looked up to; the clouds in the sky froze and poured down.
A song that aims for the gaps in the heart and pierces through.
The time that had been stopped begins to move, and the path toward the light of hope is
I decided for myself that it wasn't a mistake.
If you shed doubt, you become a fool.
Even here the sun sets, and the urgency repeats.
The meanings tangled up, the unsalvageable meanings.
Wrapping tightly around the neck.
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The days that evolve, the songs that evolve
Racing on, racing on, racing on, racing on
To stay unrusted.
Endless, endless.
Toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow.
Already running.
I want us to remain unaware of the beauty of unfulfilled dreams.
For now, just for now
A chest pain that stabs from the opening window of heaven, so dazzlingly bright.
Deepening dreams, deepening songs
Racing on, racing on, racing on, racing on
Still
Endless, endless.
Toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow, toward tomorrow.
Still
So it won't rust.