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I can’t explain myself to you
It’s like what happens inside a coffin
We know what we believe
Is it what God promised
Or the chill of life that forgets who we were?

I don’t know what really happened
I’m watching life through a moving window
I can see what others stop to find
It has to be enough for me
The way of a survivor is never really sure

Staring at time as if it didn’t care
I know how true that really is
It’s up to me to do something about it
That’s what I promised to myself
I have in the way I found my own cure

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