Desolation - Lucy Furr

Days feel like years, it’s the reason for my aging

And there’s no escape in here

Sitting on the floor, surrounded by ashes and empty glasses

I wonder: how low will i go?

Why should i smile?

How long is this fuckin' life?

Shall i close my eyes or keep them opened?

There’s no point in asking these questions, i should just act and do something

to start the change

There’s no point in asking these questions, i should just act…

to start the change

how low will i go?

It’s my only question, I’m craven and i just keep wondering:

how low will i go?

I’m a coward and i just still standing

Years fell like days, it’s the reason for my stillness

I’ve built stuff with no projects

Sitting on the floor, surrounded by ashes and empty glasses

how low will i go?

It’s my only question, I’m craven and i just keep wondering:

how low will i go?

I’m a coward and i just still standing

how low will i go?

It’s my only question, I’m craven and i just keep wondering:

how low will i go?

I’m a coward and i just still standing

Caught between two forces, the only thing i see is desolation

Neither up nor down, the pressure halts me there

And there’s no space for thinking

Except for just one question: how low will i go?