More life, more cups, more cash, more moula Rap sometimes, you often, empty in the T, you open Arrow in the heart, heart in the checks, checks in the fire, fire in the eyes Rain in the sky, sky in the glass, sky when I cry, skylander We catch up with you by time, apart from the wind We cut everything apart, apart from the flowers, apart from the hearts I feel like if I had a gun, you have to take I feel like if I had a gun, on time To the derival, to the madness, a little too much, to the agony Every day I think of the last time Every day I think of the first time Every day I look at what's behind me Every day I look at what's in front of me Every day I think of the last time Every day I think of the first time Every day I look at what's behind me Every day I look at what's in front of me Where I pray Where I fish Where I live Where I die Empty bottles Empty bottles Everything is empty Where you have a key I drink and I hang in the night I speak in real Fahrenheit Look, everything that is written on the mirror Look, everything that is written in grimoire We'll do it, look in front of Marie's signs We'll do it, die on Saturn's rings I won't find the right person As long as I won't be the right person No message, no reception No expectation, no disappointment No attachment, no pressure The answers are in the questions To the drift, to the madness A little too much, to the agony Every day I think of the last time Every day I think of the first time Every day I look at what's behind me Every day I look at what's in front of me Every day I think of the last time Every day I think of the first time Every day I look at what's behind me Every day I look at what's in front of me *