Besedila: After Classes. Entrance, Elevator, Stairs. A.i.c.h.y..

[Verse 1]:

This is the way - or it's just a shame?
Will I be the same? Or it's a fall from grace?
Behind your walls I feel the warmth
I embrace them and I think we'll
never fall apart

[Pre-Chorus]:

What would you tell me?
Say, what would you tell me
when I lose the brightness of my eyes?

[Chorus]:

This ain't not what we expected for
It only - gives the hope, but we can't use it anymore
This - ain't got the reason why
This - will never make things right
We only - are each other's blind
deep in the crowd

[Outro]:

Is this the way? No it's just a shame...
Will I be the same?
No, it's a fall from grace
for good