In front of
A blank page
In front of everything that's missing
And with only one thought in my head
A thought lying
Burned to the ground
Like some kind of remote control
To return to where, to return to when
The wind on my face stung
And the earth beneath my feet burned
And to me, it really didn't matter
Everything was perfect
To dream in bed and
Not want anything
Not seek anything
In front of someone else's dream
In front of an asphalt plant
With eyes open, wide open
In search of any goal
With that desire to return home
And this time make him see, pay
With that desire to turn around
And find the strength, the courage to go!
I didn't want anything from you
I didn't know anything
I didn't want anything from you
I didn't think of anything that wasn't real
And I watched the sky to find a reason
To return to the world
And cried, "At least take away
This anger so if I don't succeed,
I'll know that you have given it to the wind."
I didn't want anything
I didn't know anything
I didn't want anything from you
I didn't think of anything that wasn't real
In front of my blank page
Blank
In front of a blank page, blank
In front of this blank page, blank
In front of a ... my blank page, blank
My blank page, blank