Danger
I've been told to expect it
I begin my descent
Down the cold granite steps
And who could have turned among those i confide in?
I think that i know what i haven't known yet
'cause a week is a month
And an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
With your past and your future precisely divided
Am i at that moment?
I haven't decided
And stretching out into the sea... aquitana
Is that what the prophet told me he saw?
You gave it to me but i really don't want it
I came out on top by the luck of the draw
'cause a week is a month and an hour a day
When your reaching just pushes it further away
And what's the return on the faith i've provided?
I think that i know now but i haven't decided