WAITING WEIGHT

We've been dying for thousands years. There's nothing strange.
Solitude is a necessity friend. Follows the age.

Around in circles rushes the illness
For a while it'll make the emptiness go away
Something'll make us fly, we'll deify
Our bodies in the sky and souls in heaven
Something helped to kill the loneliness
Brought happiness to the place we gather
When we hold each other's hands together

It's Just a puzzle
Hung up in the sky
You will get weak
From keeping flying high
It's just a hole
When you hit the ground

Misery makes us behave reasonable. There's nothing strange.
Experience is a necessity friend. Follows the age.

You're just a puzzle
Hung up in the sky
You will get weak
From keeping flying high
One piece is lost
Everything to throw away