Besedila: Hopeful (The). Love Letter. The Desert.

Tonight i'm feeling like i'm free, again. and times are brighter than yesterday when i thought falling in love was such a simple game. so my headphones told me i was there, and i'm letting it go again. i'll never be as perfect as something i can't produce, so i come to conclusions about you without even knowing the truth. and when the past can finally realize that all misconceptions are thrown on the ground, we're trampled to dust and long forgotten. a broken mirror showed itself in vain and it portrayed a cracked self-image. but it was okay, because these days i'm feeling like i've won. someone's shown me that i'm there, but i'm letting you go again. i'll never be as perfect as something i can't produce, so i'm saying things about you without even knowing the truth. and when the past can finally realize that all misconceptions are thrown on the ground, we're trampled to dust and long forgotten