Bomb #20 Songtext

This remains a question of suspension, and we hang at a standstill. One tired night the six of us watched your short-circuit integrations. We let you make your own decision. To find your own existence. Don't leave. Don't leave alone. You've got to make yourself stay. You've got to start again in time. Don't lose yourself in time. Its been 20 years with you. Did I meet you yesterday?