Everything (исполнитель: Bill Conti)
Moments take so very long: who has time to fear? [bad word] to set no precedent; why should it be [bad word] Giving you a little less is taking what I need. Everything is never quite enough. Let machinery fake my face: who has time to chase? Digital is where it is; love can always be replaced. [bad word] to my consciousness - [bad word] to our race. Everything is never quite enough. Can't see my face: what are you thinking? Fill in the space, please - oh let me hear you Sterilize behind these gates, locked behind the green. Even if I had you here - what we had was never clear No more words to say to you; no more thoughts appear Love was taking way too long: who had breath to waste? Tired of disappointing you; bored with everything I do. Every day there's less of you. Me, I've been erased.