Take a ride right to the crossroads,June will paint me the way.
I know exactly when your smiles, mock and pointless, your smiles, Wait wait,summer will bring the answers!
Day, another day, June is coming to an end, But someone has to pay the forfeit, yeah . Again ‘n’ again we ask ourrself where we turn, Wisdom will come in years,and let’s go,for changes the rules!
Broken glass… Broken glass will not hurt our feet, Thorns will never sting the hands, We blindly follow and fly to the heat, Nowadays we still:where is the end…?