Nothing is thought, all is said
A hundred leagues of passing for the best
Nothing is sensible, everything flees from me
Even your confidence makes me scared
Riding the sound of the jukebox baby
I want to overcome my boredom
Dancing, dancing near the jukebox baby
Making the night pass
I'm lost, get real
I'm lost, get real
Be yourself
Nothing is perfect, I bore myself
To want to absorb the hours
To want to find who I am
A hundred leagues of passing for the best
I'm lost, get real
I'm lost, get real
Be yourself
Riding the sound of the jukebox baby
I want to overcome my boredom
Dancing, dancing near the jukebox baby
Making the night pass
I wanna get real
I'm lost
I wanna get real
Be myself