Restorations - Film Maudit

You’re the kind of dream
A song with no strings
You could write it all down
And its function remains to be seen
You work an awful lot for just a little
And I ask you what it means to be free
To be

You could spend the rest of your short life on it
Breathing impossible air

We don’t talk about it
But when we talk about it
You know it’s all we talk about

And you let go
Whatever it means to you
Putting your weapons down
Taking your armor off