Entropy

God, I miss you.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
It's 3:81
time has gone past it's limits.
And I don't stand a chance,
it comes to me
increasingly,
that I don't stand a chance.

Is there anywhere left to be silent?
Is there anywhere left to be free?
Is there anything you want to tell me, love,
before you see me?

God, I miss you.
Come back, tell me what to do.
It's 11-05,
time has almost reached it's limit.
Oh, and I don't stand a chance.
You distance me
increasingly
and I don't stand a chance.

Is there anywhere left to be silent?
Is there anywhere left to be me?
Is there anything you want to tell me, love,
before you are free?

"No, not yet at least. Wait a minute, then we'll see."