Falling upside down, numb and blind to everything
A violinist plays his farewell, and falls too as the white coral bells ring
Wind blows the hair, stroking us, comforting us
But it is bitter, a lie, followed by an icy gust
Vivid sights that can't be distinguished between reality
And fantasy, now in limbo and neutrality
For hours and hours this goes on for us all
Because no matter what, humans will trip and fall
