We will never find what we cannot see As crystal clear as the air we breathe [x2]
Into the mirage, where are strange times, Gypsies,clowns and kings gather to conspire Within ourselves, pass the façade, Well...we dissolve into the heart of it all
We will never find what we cannot see As crystal clear as the air we breathe
Merchants and lies...their hearts are cold Selling a rich man's dreams to a begger soul
We will never find what we cannot see As crystal clear as the air we breathe