Thinking about beauty in the world we live in today
It's called daydreaming in a strange way
This world is not more the beauty that it once seemed to be
But that was in a time without live, without you, without me

And now we are the desingers of our own destruction
There is no turning back, no way out, no ressurection
But with almost everybody knowing this some are still able to smile
It is that emotion of the ruman race that denies thinking, at least for a little while

For me it is that smile of a little kid that gives you hope
That for a second stops logic and denies you from using that rope..
And for a minute you experience that same emotion as others, you smile
And for a minute you experience happyness at least for a little while

And we all know we are going to die
But we are determined to smile one last time!