Soft Drop - Tuvaband

And this is like the lucid dreams

Made up by fools and regimes

We know nothing is what it seems

When they knock on our doors

Wake us up from our dreams

They’ll appear on the apogee

Knowing the present, presently knowing

You say «what else is there to know»

The grey is hanging low

And I am waiting

I am waiting for the undertow

Try to run slow, trying slowly to run

I’m still searching for a soft drop

Searching for a soft drop

Try to run slow, try slowly to run

I’m still searching for a soft drop

Searching for a soft drop

I need the seasons

Well I need to see them change

I could change colors like the grouse

You know what this is about

Yet you refuse to hear me shout

Knowing the present, presently knowing

You say «what else is there to know»

The grey is hanging low

And I am waiting

I am waiting for the undertow

Try to run slow, trying slowly to run

I’m still searching for a soft drop

Searching for a soft drop

Try to run slow, try slowly to run

I’m still searching for a soft drop

Searching for a soft drop

Ok then, so are we just waiting?

For the day they knock on our doors

Wake us up from our dreams

You know nothing is what it seams

I’m still searching for a soft drop

Searching for a soft drop