The road is winding
I wonder what I'm doing
Our destination is unknown
All I know is we shouldn't go there
We pretend to be movie characters
who know their fates
Kidnapped without weapons,
devoted to each other
I'm driving a borrowed car
with an experienced thief
Look me in the eyes and promise me
it won't end
In the midst of our games,
laughing together
We have no choice
Weekdays will revert everything
Today the sun is still
stroking my messy hair
Tomorrow I'll be afraid to have fun with you
Look me in the eyes and promise me
it won't end
Where do they return
What's behind the heroes' decorative canvasses
When nobody's watching,
the bad ones turn good
And the best people might be bad
We're just like them
and they're just like us