I'm not really sure I like that picture
I prefered when it was just a piece of time
When the future was still blind
You don't get why things turned like that
Present takes his hat off to the past that has flown away
You don't get why things turned this way
We got bored when our future was stillborn
Put your hands in the air
Drop that camera on the chair
I'll seat on the memories we don't want to repair
I don't want to
Remember why things turned this way
A long time before yesterday
If only I could read the future in an ashtray
I don't want to remember
And I just don't want it on paper either
Put your hands in the air
Drop that camera on the chair
I'll seat on the memories we don't want to repair