Текст песни Hard - Dylan Rippon

I try too hard
At least I do not know myself
I guess that's a start
No curse of enlightenment
No sense in fighting the waves
No point in trying to change
She comes and goes
In moonlight shimmering
She takes off her clothes
And I'm left wondering
How many lovers must die
Before the memory unwinds
O, let's pretend that you make sense to me
And I'll stand in the corner
I'll try to cross the border
O, it's a perfect fantasy
It's like a new religion
I'll be so forgiven
I'll be really living
If it's not online
Then it didn't happen
That's the thing with these times
It's all about forgetting everywhere
Each line that we share
I guess that's my point of view
Let's pretend that you make sense to me
And I'll stand in your corner
I'll try to cross your border
O, it's a perfect fantasy
It's just like a new religion
I'll be so forgiven
I will be really living