The afternoon is falling
into your eyes
a car in a vacuum and the fog
again
A rumor underneath the skin
almost unwillingly
we are on our way between illusions
Sliding
there are shadows around
we see stone mountains going by again
Please don't read the sign
nor yesterday's announcements
I can't wait for you until the end of the century
I want to feel your body coming closer
I want to find a paradise, to not come back
A rumor underneath the skin
almost unwillingly
we are on our way between illusions
I am not scared by the deviations
the bridges
I just want to keep going
getting closer, getting closer
I can find that paradise
Please don't read the sign
and almost unwillingly
we are on out way to the end of the century