paroles de chanson Pale Grey Weight - Satelles

You might think that over time
Our balance should've been earned,
But time and time again we find
Our mistakes have returned.

Even if I've sworn repent
And promised, "I won't stay"
I find myself back here again
With the same old pale grey weight.

How many times must we become the ones
Who knows where it ends?

How should we break this cycle?

...and so it goes, and so it goes,
It's the pressure, I suppose,
No matter where I start to roam,
It doesn't matter to me.

"It doesn't matter much to me" -
I keep telling that to myself,
I strengthen myself with distance
From the same old pale grey weight.

How many times must we become the ones
Who knows where it ends?

How many times must we force ourselves
To say farewell to the past?

To defeat myself as my rival,
To become one with the pack,

To break this cycle,
To shape what the future lends.

Time measures nothing but itself.
It heals the past to wound what the future repels.

Time measures nothing but itself.
It heals the past to wound what the future repels.

Time measures nothing but itself.