I could always trust in my lack of judgement
I could always let fall my head to the ground
I have always been sure that I can do wrong
It gives me comfort in the reek, deceived by the thought
Do you believe we can call to someone of sense
Who can see what we're doing and understand what we mean
I believe you search for more than you see
But I see that you smile and I believe that you doubt
Wherever in the world I turn, I stand here with empty hands
Longing for something that can save me
Wherever in the world I turn, I stand here with empty hands
Longing for something that can save me
When we pretend for real from the heart and the dream
Can we wake in time and sober in sleep
Because we all live with the feeling of falling
And at the bottom of emptiness we stand at the top
Wherever in the world I turn, I stand here with empty hands
Longing for something that can save me
Wherever in the world I turn, I stand here with empty hands
Longing for something that can save me...