Verse 1:
When all our dreams come true.
We'll have nothing left to do.
Pluck all the petals, say the rhyme.
Is the glass empty or not full?
Love is just a spoken word.
It doesn't mean that anything was real.

Chorus:
We're not welcome anymore.

Verse 2:
If no one has free will.
Then everything has already happened.
Pluck all the petals, say the rhyme.
Is the glass empty or not full?
Distant stars and distant skies.
I hold my breath for distant eyes.