Desanchantée

Swimming in troubled waters
Of the day after
Waiting here for the end

Floating in the heavy air
Of almost nothing
Who to reach out to

If I have to fall from high
May my fall be slow
I have found rest
Only in difference
Yet
I would like to find innocence again
But nothing makes sense
And nothing is right

Everything is chaos
Beside
All my ideals: Words
Damaged
I'm looking for a soul
That can help me
I am
Of a generation
Disenchanted, disenchanted

Who could stop me
From hearing everything
When reason collapses

To which bosom to turn
Who can claim
To cradle us in their womb

If death is a mystery
Life has nothing to offer
If it
Has a hell
Heaven can wait for me
Tell me
In these contrary winds how to proceed
Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing is right

Everything is chaos
Beside
All my ideals: Words
Damaged
I'm looking for a soul
That can help me
I am
Of a generation
Disenchanted, disenchanted

Everything is chaos
Beside
All my ideals: Words
Damaged
I'm looking for a soul
That can help me
I am
Of a generation
Disenchanted, disenchanted