Come Home
Bring me in the luggage
Your trip is me
New sights
Destination, ticket
Your tattoo is me
Empty house, lights on
Only to get a impression
Colours and voices, cheerful conversations
It's only the tv
We've had lost a lot of time
playing like we were perfect
We've forget what we were
Simple Heart
Come flying
Coming from high
Melt the sky's lead
Before a eject
from the tangent
of the carroussel spin
Missing a turn
Stopped watch hands
Everything dances around you
Come flying
End of the trip
Welcome to the real life
We've had lost a lot of time
playing like we were perfect
Now is ball foward
Now is ball on the ground
We've had lost a lot of time
until lose the direction
In the holy peace of God
In the perfect chaos