Decades are going by, over before you are closing eyes. An old life’s story, awaken far too late. Realize with regret time terminates years of worry.
Chorus 1: “Wrong direction, sad inside. I can see no end at all”.
Life can treat much more. This secret hope what is it for? Just blind illusion dismal future prospect. Retire into yourself-kind of defense in cold depression.
Repeat chorus 1
Waiting for a better day, without energy the wall keeps grey to all eternity. A smiling face pretends this lonely way leads to a dead end beneath your dignity.
Repeat chorus 1
This can’t be all of life. Try to run the blockade in your head. Face a new tomorrow. Dismiss days of morning. Come on stop your social descent. Forget deadly sorrow.
Chorus 2: “Change direction. Step inside. I can see the end of all. Rearreange conviction inner fight. I can feel the end of the fall.”