Daymares Icontact
We are so separated
In our small small worlds
Less happy, more frustrated
With deep holes in the souls
This smart face I make
Can't help me to be so dumb
And all the pills you take
Can't make you feel less numb
You say… you like your life this way
You say… things have their price to pay
[chorus]
You say I am so old fashioned (Yeah right!)
You say you're so grown and smart
Don't you miss the passion?
While you live with no heart
The shit we hear, the shit we say
This is what's killing us
It gives us tears, it gives us pain
Much more then nerve gas
You say… you like your live this way
You say… things have their price to pay
As I look your way
You're so scared to say
You believed in lies
Our lives constantly f..cked
We let ourselves be hijacked
I long for eye contact
Wanna know what's killing us?
We hardly cross our tracks
We don't know what's eye contact
