Hypomania Songtext
von Gazpacho

Discovered far too late that
I must have made you up
And lost the fabric that I
I think I made you of
The thoughts that could preserve you, fly away
And now they′re gone I see you

Changing
Fading
Disintegrating
Making
A better man than me, has thrown the dice
A staff to part the sea, a place in life


Be home a little later
God's a croupier
I′ll toast the liberator
And quit while I'm ahead
I heard the shadows speak from Plato's cave
That′s when I knew that I was

Changing
Fading
Disintegrating
Making
A better man of me
A better life
Not a fantasy
I′ve thrown the dice

A better man of me
A better man of me
A better man of me
A better man of me