A white sheet of paper in my right hand
Tossed out a half-finished picture of me for no reason
That shining tomorrow

Soiling my left hand
I met you, the nameless one in outer space where I drew your picture
That shining tomorrow
An endless blue, a disappearing view, the ending of winter

The door that lets you slip away from all that, swallowed by torrential rain
Reverberating in the depts of my soaking soul
These transient feelings of an unreliable tomorrow
White shadows cut out by a bit of light

After all, your day of stabbing, wandering and blotting everything out
Is just an end and a start
Stacking up weak magic

The reason for this lost, wandering, effluent day of mine
Are the rolling end credits
Destroy worthless images
That's right

You and I entwine, connecting to our future
Our generatrion bears the burden that goes beyond the final stage
Did my drawing of shadows blur your future?

After all, your day of stabbing, wandering and blotting everything out
Is just an end and a start
Stacking up weak magic

The reason for this lost, wandering, effluent day of mine
Are the rolling end credits
Destroy worthless images
That's right