So Serious

Can't you feel that something is always on the way? You can't escape from, you can't really escape. Can the fights without real fights lead us anywhere? We can't stay blind anymore, we really can't turn heads. You look too serious - can´t unriddle me. You look too serious and unkind to me. And I cant recognize the sight of my own pale face. It brings me down, it brings me down to the disgrace. Would you come around to the waiting? Would you come down to me? Would you turn around and around to hold me?