"In this wasteland without any shadows. There is no water for my dusty throat. There is no rainbow days filled with silent sorrow. And for our sins there are no antidotes..
Everyday is like a set up race. And the world is still a lonely place. To be or not to be is this the final quiz. . A flash in the pan goodbye. Still shooting for the open sky.
"I'd rather live than just imagine. Don't think there is a way around. And if I fail I'll still be standing. With my feet firmly onthe ground.. Through my window from ths sky.