Original (engl) with flaws at the beginning)
Now you're searching ends (...-long?)
Is it (or: it isn't???) worth the time
It isn't worth the cost
Lead the ways the crumble (fire?) you and me
Wash it through the sand
Wash me through to the beach
So much is lost in the castle we call time.
We write it down
And say we can remember fine.
Its written and its photographed,
So its alive,
But i fear that most is
Lost in time.
And i guess i'll keep moving on down this road.
Looking and searching
So things might align.
I guess i'm living my life, spending my soul.
Living my life and spending my soul.
Living my life, spending my soul.
Spending my soul.
The past that's in our memories feels so different,
To what we felt there, at the time.
Make me a promise i know i can't ignore,
Find me a memory and put it at my door,
One that I can see
In all it's life. ()
I guess i'm living my life
Spending my soul,
Living my life,
Spending my soul,
Living my life,
Spending my soul.
Spending my soul.
