Everyone is looking for a dream, we’re leaving home
To dive into the depths
In a circle of strangers, to fall down, and rise again,
To strike out letters, to wish and to forgive.
To weather our lips; we’re losing ourselves
Sitting in comfort, tired of being bored
And missing the people on the photos; I’m tired of being alone,
Of being a non-melted butter, but I’ll hug you.
I’m back, I’m happy.
Open the windows wide.
Wake me up with the wind.
Let this city roar.
Our meetings are so rare.
Open the windows wide.
Wake me up with the wind.
Let this city roar.
Our meetings are so rare.
So rare... So rare...
So rare...
Our meetings are so rare.