I exist to find out I don't know how Je suis vaste d'un paysage Pourtant si bref Je me révolte et rien ne vient Pourtant tout arrive I comfort my discomfort But it still eats me in the end The Sun is setting down I stay awake, anyway So many tales inside I don't know why I am made this way Fine art a recollection Dark dreams and lack of hope Fine dreams a dark collection High fever and broken bones Everyone getting gold hands But I am stuck with silver It's a strange feeling Sorrow I constellate Once I was ordinary, now I'm involved With emotions I don't even know The present, the past And all the things I always thought I'd never be afraid Everyone getting gold hands But I am stuck with silver