Description
It sounds like a conversation with time itself, full of unspoken words and a slight weariness from its own honesty. The words fall onto the melody like multicoloured fragments - sometimes sharp, sometimes soft, and between them a quiet smile appears: yes, it was chaotic, yes, something broke, but there is beauty in that too.
Each line is like a list of small habits and regrets that suddenly become poetry. There are no loud accusations here, only a feeling of endless return to something warm and at the same time painful. The music swings between irony and tenderness, like a night-time correspondence where everything has already been said, but you still want to press ‘send’ again.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I can't resist the beauty of the disarray
My memory of this
Will forever exist
I have one wish that you would be the man you were when I was 26
Nothing broken to fix
Well, I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my therapist's right
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my therapists' right
Now I'm torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done and I'm the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn, torn, torn
I must admit
The ride was often fun at times, but I refused to sit
Then, I reconsidered it
Will you desist?
The beauty of security's impossible to miss
A heartbreaking twist
Oh, I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
Oh, I'm torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done and I'm the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done and you're the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn, torn
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
I got to sleep late last night
Maybe my therapist's right
English translation
I can't resist the beauty of the disarray
My memory of this
Will forever exist
I have one wish that you would be the man you were when I was 26
Nothing broken to fix
Well, I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my therapist's right
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my therapists' right
Now I'm torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done and I'm the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn, torn, torn
I must admit
The ride was often fun at times, but I refused to sit
Then, I reconsidered it
Will you desist?
The beauty of security's impossible to miss
A heartbreaking twist
Oh, I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
Oh, I'm torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done and I'm the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn
And now the damage is done and you're the difficult one
Torn, torn, torn
I thought I knew I was sure, keep coming back for more
Torn, torn, torn, torn
I got to sleep late last night
I don't think my manager's right
I got to sleep late last night
Maybe my therapist's right