[Verse 1]
Every lettter is a human tale
Riots on paper, words in the way
Whatever one had really been in need of saying
It was never meant to rest in decay
A truth, so heavy, it may outweigh this life
And change every man that lays sight on its lines
A message that was meant to be a vital sign
Written in hours of armistice
Of armistice between me
And this plain of solid white
When my pen was torn from slumber
And I found the courage to write
[Verse 2]
To write, to make up for failures
To force a decade into a single page
To hope for chance to guide my lines
To a destination coming-of-age
Now I fear these thoughts, as the mountains grow
To be lost under landslides of envelopes
One last chance sent so far off course
As the final stage of my remorse
[Chorus]
Have I lost you in the chaos of these times?
On their way my letters died
No time to wait for semaphores to show
I should have found you long ago
Maybe these letters just needed to be sent
But never to arrive
Have I lost you in the chaos of these times?
Armistice between me
And this plain of solid white
When I learnt to bring my good intentions
Safely through the night
[Chorus]
Have I lost you in the chaos of these times?
On their way my letters died
No time to wait for semaphores to show
I should have found you long ago
Maybe words we know are not enough anymore
To name all of the things that I adore
Maybe words we know are not enough anymore
To name all of the things that I adore