A Hundred Years From Now

your lies are white as snow
i'm just not sure about it anymore
sun never set or rose as fast
in my eyes a real magic was born

we lived for those rushes
every now and then became just now
we could only run so far and fast
then we finally had to give up at last

your lines fall like snow
close my eyes i just do not know
catch me on the way down, k?
things are not really going my way

and we walked on water
saw the graves of those before
what will they think of us
a hundred years from now?