Undefeated we move on in solace,
But left to our own thoughts
we lose the last of our past.
Over and over we fight and claw,
bearing the fruit of our death
the finality of life
There we were in moving spectacles,
this and that and kisses left my lips
unbearable words that lie only to myself
I hope again to repeat.
Hold on still to the end of time
move about the day of another time
in the end there still is time
and on my death I find that time.