I can’t remember all the roads we used to walk Shadows of road signs Incoming messages and talks We spoke a whole year About smell of summer dust We’re getting crazy in our dreams But used to run around Nineteen years old: Today there’s no way home No place that I call fucking home
Can you imagine? I won’t be home for seven years Will you be waiting? Or put my number to black list Today, day after and day before Life never asked for more. And now it’s leading to nowhere I think we must go there
No end in sight I owe you much; you’re begging me to stay Refuse the dream, horizon “Maybe not today”