I keep my self-control In my last watch of the night Caged in the public world Turning back is out of sight
This world seems much too quiet A ghost in every street We’re chasing to survive I can't get any sleep
Don’t look around Think I’ve seen that face before No way back home They’re waiting there for sure
Wanted convicted by the helpers of the priest Hunted, indicted for knowledge of release Wanted, the story wasn’t written in our plans Hunted the higher human being in our hands
I turn the TV on See our pictures I don't mind A blurry memory Of a life we left behind
Turn on the radio The echoes fill the empty street I’ve been here much too long I try to get back on my feet
Appearance changed The mug shots everywhere We bought new glasses clothes Changed the color of our hair
Wanted convicted by the helpers of the priest Hunted, indicted for knowledge of release Wanted, the story wasn’t written in our plans Hunted the higher human being in our hands