The senselessness I sense will be the downfall

Of everything I’ve built

But it all comes to what I hope will hold forever

When thinking narrowly

Let us go then, you and I 

The maltese dream is awaiting

And seems so close, now I can hardly fail to grasp it

But it only withers away

When I move into tomorrow, I won’t move gracefully

And if I find the source of all sorrow, I will live gloriously

Let us go then, you and I 

The maltese dream is awaiting

And seems so close, now I can hardly fail to grasp it

But it always withers away

When I move into tomorrow, I won’t move gracefully

And if I find the source of all sorrow, I will live gloriously

And if the line ends here and now, it won’t come prematurely

It won’t be divine intervention

It won’t be you, it will be me

It won’t be you, it will be me

It won’t be you, it will be me

It won’t be you, it will be me