Candil De La Calle – Apparat

Down in the blinding light
It’s getting cold
I’ve been worn out by the night
But I can’t let go

The sounds in my ears exclaim
I’ve been here too long
The freedom hard to maintain
I should be gone

Long have I waited here
For nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns
That can’t be undone

They’re paying your rent
They’re feeding your kids
But it’s taking much more
Than pleasing your needs

Saw water rising
On a beautiful day
A flood only washing the ones away
Who were lying in the sun

And you’re still where you begun

Long have I waited here
For nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns
That can’t be undone
Long have I waited here
For nothing to come
The sequence of twisted turns
That can’t be undone

But you hurt yourself trying
But you hurt yourself trying
But you hurt yourself trying
But you hurt yourself trying
But you hurt yourself trying
But you hurt yourself trying
But you hurt yourself trying
But you hurt yourself trying