Provisional Euphoria (j’ai une âme solitaire)

Weighed down, yet I'm floating 
Drowning, choking on the oxygen 

Leaden, restless 
Always thinking, never speaking 

Cuando podre sentir el sol de la primavera 

Doubt is exponential 
No sleep means I'm never awake 

And anyway, life is ephemeral 
A snap of the fingers 

Anhedonic, melancholic 
A shell, unbearably light 
Always there, but never present, 
I'm lost in the fog, trying to recreate your voice 

My silhouette against the lamppost, 
A beacon for lost souls stumbling in the dark