The way home… my feet… amidst a monochrome midday;
How’s my breathing? Is it normal? As I put my hand to my chest.
My memories start to swim, mixing together and overflowing,
Don’t let go, don’t let go… who’s there close-by?
Along the way, at a standstill, I’m left behind by the clock:
I gotta get walking, gotta get running, before I’m eaten up by yesterday.
No matter what I do, I end up laying eyes upon the scars I don’t want to see.
Don’t forget, don’t forget… my heart alone is the world!
I’ve become unable to imagine even the scenery I’ll be met with seconds later…
But to the person looking this way from inside the mirror, all is known.
And again, my heart… again, my heart…
Which is who… who is me… on this monochrome midday,
How’s my thinking… is this really me? How much is the truth?
The more I think about it, the more it seems I’ll drown.
Don’t let it go out, keep it safe… that weakly burning flame.
The words I remember… the warmth I can remember…
The things that were lost and faded away, but I can’t erase… and the fact that my death is certain…
One more time… never again…
My heart still… my heart still…
As it reaffirms that voice… that warmth…
My heart still…
The parade goes on: My heart alone is the world!
The parade goes on: I’m right here!
The parade goes on: My heart alone is the world!
The parade goes on: That weakly burning flame!