Into the Exquisite
Yotam Ben Horin
Is it fear that's keeping us together?
In a world that keeps falling apart?
Is it pain or is it the illusion?
Is it the pump that's beating in my heart?
It starts from something I'm not.
I began like a child that was never planned.
A mistake that we once had.
A simple luxury.
Melancholy story
We're starring out to sea.
It's the thought that wakes us in the morning.
While the chills take over my spine
The commitment and the repetition
Brought results in a sweet decline
It's time we turn the aligned
I once was a teenager like you who never had a clue
I tried hard to relate and force the opposite
Into the exquisite
It takes over the feeling
What if there's a reason?
Why do I feel alone?
Now, I'm coming home.
