Hunger of the Full

Maybe we’re born to run but still I guess
If you’ve got nowhere to go you’re born a mess.
Stay hungry, cause what else can you do?
But is that really hunger or just something you got used to?
I really shouldn’t worry. What concerns me the most
Is why I act so worried at each and any cost.
There’s a field of colour and I’d love to add some grey
But there’s no comfort anywhere if you wait for its decay.
There’s no reason to be sick, there’s no reason to be sorry,
But what comforts me the most are the really hopeless stories.
I really shouldn’t worry. What concerns me the most
Is why I act so worried at each and any cost.
There’s a field of colour and I’d love to add some grey
But there’s no comfort anywhere if you wait for its decay.
«When, to the moment then, I say:
Ah, stay a while, you are so lovely,
Then you can grasp me: then you may,
Then to my ruin, I’ll go gladly.»