I've learned to memorize better the days we say "it doesn't matter" but now the powder hides the final of the words we spend too much time hoping to find again the will to hope but now the powder hides the final of the words will roses blossom through the cinder the teachers will be pupils again if just the weather takes the powder off the words ...And all the secrets I have always blessed I swear I try to pledge myself to not forget but now the powder hides the final of the words ...The powder hides the final of words ...What does it matter... Cause all in all it's just a pile of words! You move the water like a floater as a fish that swims around under the weather find the shelter like a bunny into the hat ...I'm a ship that runs aground! ... Wait for the purifier rain I'm on the snail's trail... The weight? The blame? Have you heard? ...Never heard?