Текст песни
Words don't matter When in slow motion, Love There's no concept of time When she's in you, without a doubt Love doesn't have a concept of enduring And every cell of her body She wants to sing in you Let it be, let it be, without skill
But something goes wrong
It's empty inside
And the music doesn't fit
It doesn't fit, it doesn't fit
The contacts and terminals are burning
And the masks fall off at our feet
On different sides of the road
We're on the same road
An unfinished act, an intermission, and suddenly the audience is silent It's so quiet that it's eerie My heart is racing, and you and I are frozen, as if our feelings are frozen
But something is wrong
There's a void inside me
And the music doesn't match the beat
Out of time, out of time
Contacts and terminals are burning
And masks fly off under the feet
On different sides with you
We are on the same road
But something goes wrong
Inside somehow empty
And this music is out of time
Out of time, out of time
Contacts and terminals are burning
And masks fly off under the feet
On different sides with you
We are on the same road
