Eine Generation, die durch Bildschirme aneinander vorbeilebt. Über das Zerbrechen von Nähe im weißen Glühen der Screens.
There's a quiet in the corners of my mind
Like a room we left behind
Photographs of who we were
But the colors all have died
But the colors all have died
We were reaching for a golden age
But it slipped from both our hands
Now we wander through the wreckage
Wondering where the beauty went
I kept believing there was time to change
But the clocks are laughing in my face
We were holding on to fading lights
And it burned away our lives
In your head, in your head, the walls are thin
You can hear the echo of what might've been
This world is different
We lost the script
Reality is tearing at the skin
In your head, in your head
We break, we bend
No confessions
No repair
Every voice is unaware
Every promise turns to static
Nothing left but vacant stares
Love decays where the screens glow white
We forget what it means to feel alive
Scrolling through the ruins of us
And the silence cuts like knives
We were reaching for a spark of grace
But the fire never stayed
I think we know each other's names
But our hearts are far away
In your head, in your head, the dream collapsed
All the innocence turned black
We can't return
We can't pretend
We're strangers wearing borrowed masks
In your head, in your head
We bend, we bend
We bend
We bend
Oh-oh-oh-oh
We break, we bend
We'll never be the same again.
