A shady question bothers my mind, a bit like byllet it runs, coming and going:
'Hope, is there hop? For us? For you? For me? For mankind?'. ' Are we doomed by our own mistakes? The world will end, for certain it will. All the signs tell you that, just by looking you know.'
Then, I just look around: They don't care, these young and beautyfull, strong and free. So, perhaps we can save ourselves, be happy. And I kiss the lips of my love...
...I don't care, I'm happy, allready saved...
...got all I wanted from life...
...There is hope, for you, for me.
Perhaps we are even immortal...
...at least for each other.