I saw that man across the street He listened to the wind I asked his name, he didn’t say a thing Just looked at me up straight He begged me to give him some simple things To live, to care, to dream He wanted to get hurt Just to make sure that he lives
He said he was incarcerated He suffered from his own life He said there was no coincidence I saw the dazzling life inside
There’s no other things like Speaking to my own mind Spelling troubles, gather speed Chasing happiness and not to bleed
I saw a girl across the street She wore those red high-heels There was no boundary between That rich man and her shallow dreams
She said she was incarcerated She didn’t know which road to choose She said there was no coincidence I realized how much she’d lose
There’s no other things like Speaking to my own mind Spelling troubles, gather speed Chasing happiness and not to bleed
I looked into the broken glass I saw a girl inside She didn’t know how to stay true To what she had inside
There’s no other things like Speaking to my own mind Spelling troubles, gather speed Chasing happiness and not to bleed