My feet become my guide to the road I may yet have to know
I become my wretched self after all the adventures
To endure the rough surfaces is my mantra
If urgency calls, the rush of wining is a cure
Does my sickness matter the quickness of my pace?
I must catch my breath and play safe as this game is going on
But people tell me to go on until I find what I need
If innocence speaks, the rush to fight is a cure
Give me the keys to the lock of desperation
I need to hear the door creak open
It is important to let sobriety pass
If I had a chance I would, I would
Anyone out there may look with a wary eye under the lights
Is anybody wishing to blind himself from the world we inhabit?
We could all become memories in the well of remembrance
I'd use a sobriquet to hide my identity from the envy
I should know the pleasure of running from the dark alleys
Navigating the gray lines, I drift away from my boat
I do not know where the direction heads or where it leads
All I know is that a destination nears me through
Hand me over to the hands of desperation
I need to have eyes that see reflections
It is important to let sobriety pass
A chance for a safe ride home, a chance for it
Padlocked chest not to let brown papers in
Sealed letters of stories from long ago
We all need some rest for silent moments
Those come floating in ever so quietly
If silver wings carry powder from the clouds
Let them fall freely to the ground
They will bear seeds of invisibility
I become my wretched self after all the adventures
To endure the rough surfaces is my mantra
If urgency calls, the rush of wining is a cure
Does my sickness matter the quickness of my pace?
I must catch my breath and play safe as this game is going on
But people tell me to go on until I find what I need
If innocence speaks, the rush to fight is a cure
Give me the keys to the lock of desperation
I need to hear the door creak open
It is important to let sobriety pass
If I had a chance I would, I would
Anyone out there may look with a wary eye under the lights
Is anybody wishing to blind himself from the world we inhabit?
We could all become memories in the well of remembrance
I'd use a sobriquet to hide my identity from the envy
I should know the pleasure of running from the dark alleys
Navigating the gray lines, I drift away from my boat
I do not know where the direction heads or where it leads
All I know is that a destination nears me through
Hand me over to the hands of desperation
I need to have eyes that see reflections
It is important to let sobriety pass
A chance for a safe ride home, a chance for it
Padlocked chest not to let brown papers in
Sealed letters of stories from long ago
We all need some rest for silent moments
Those come floating in ever so quietly
If silver wings carry powder from the clouds
Let them fall freely to the ground
They will bear seeds of invisibility
