Testo Everything Alone Machine In The Garden
Everything AloneShe said that I could not have
All the things I wanted
And in the end I found
The span of fortune's decade
And as the years pass by
Feeding non-emotion
More of the world I possess
Less of myself I encompass
Never needing intangible
Their joys and their sorrows
Why should I care to find
A love to last past tomorrow?
And in the end I find
Does it really matter?
What things we take with us
To be alone with everything
Is to be alone...