Maybe I'm building an expressway for a world that doesn't exist.
Maybe it's true that the sky already forgot about me...
But now I'm leaving
And maybe won't return.
Even if I find the silence this house to be a prison,
If every look is only another door that closes on
me...
In my dreams I look for the time I have lost,
And now I know that I don't want a world with a black
heart.
I used to have the desire for the stars that fall, but now I don't know.
I used to have a name for things that confuse me and make me run away.
Maybe I'm just hoping that the wind at night blows away all of the fears that I still hold on tight to.
And I swear that I always believed in the sun.
And now I know that I don't want a world with a black
heart.
And tell me that inside I'm wrong
I used to have the desire for the stars that fall, but now I don't know.
I used to have a name for things that confuse me and make me run away.
Maybe I'm building an expressway for a world that doesn't exist...