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It may feel like it's too much to handle, But it's not time yet. Your body operates, automatic, Like a breathless engine, It shines in the swimming haze and heat. While your mind, Like a swarm of insects in a gust of wind, Crumbles and reassembles, Forgetting its original, innocent form. No, it's not the time. Don't let your frantic mind Run you away From me. No no no, it's not the time You'll be alright Don't let your frantic mind In our oldest, wisest years We'll laugh, Looking back At our losses. Yours, the self-control you longed to Trust, Mine, any adequate words to dissolve the Mounting Pressure Moment. SongtexteAnd in our tissue-paper skin, We'll mock the frailties of youth. And cherish the steel-solid minds We acquired in time. No, it's not the time. Don't let your frantic mind Run you away From me. No no no, it's not the time You'll be alright Don't let your frantic mind I know life starts in slow motion And ends in a fast-forward-flash, When all you want to do is rewind So you can relive Those days we spent Never wondering about how it all will end Remember the languid, mesmerizing Hours we spent, spellbound, Dreaming of the life we lead Now? Don't be disillusioned Dreams and reality may Never synchronize But someday, we'll get away With a perfect day And we'll laugh, Looking back. The machine hums to the whine Of the cloud, the swarm No louder than before When did it become The anthem of impending tragedy? A maddening melody building In shrill intensity? Maybe it's just a new song to sing us to sleep It's not going to end the way you think Aus Songtexte Mania