Not in our world

Through passing days I close my eyes and see the darkness.
I don't want to see anything but black tonight.
I don't even wear my glasses,
just turn off the lights.

And I'm searching after the sound of water,
maybe the sound of bees.
As the weather's getting hotter,
and we are off with trees.

I'm looking for somewhere to hide,
a refuge to live in while I'm blue.
And when I'm gloomy and afraid,
and don't want to face the truth.

I'm running scared towards the darkness,
I'm searching for something to hold with.
I'm not looking anymore after kindness,
because it doesn't exist in our world.
I'm running scared towards the darkness,
I'm going back from where I came.
And now, it's getting cold,
because warmth no longer lives inside our world.

Through passing days I try to reach the heights.
I've been so lonely long ago.
And now, all I have are the nights,
and even in them – the moon doesn't glow.

And I wish to hear another bird,
I wish I were there.
But there's no bird, and no other places,
and soon I won't have even air.

I'm running scared towards the darkness,
I'm searching for something to hold with.
I'm not looking anymore after kindness,
because it doesn't exist in our world.
I'm running scared towards the darkness,
I'm going back from where I came.
And now, it's getting cold,
because warmth no longer lives inside our world.

I'm running scared towards the darkness,
I'm searching for something to hold with.
I'm not looking anymore after kindness,
because it doesn't exist in our world.
I'm running scared towards the darkness,
I'm going back from where I came.
And now, it's getting cold,
because warmth no longer lives inside our world.

It doesn't live in our world.