I want less secrecy
Be honest to myself
Less comparisons, compare myself less
Speak with all soul, not just with the mouth
Barriers become switches
Barriers become switches
Less drama, more imagination
Less past, more Utopia
Sometime I'll find myself in those colorful activities
Those colorful activities
Or maybe not, maybe rather not
Sometime I'll understand myself
Read between my lines, between my lines
Or maybe not, maybe rather not
I want more hands that take hold of each other
Than hands that let each other fall
More ways that lead together
Ways that lead together
Crying with the woods in the rain
Not thinking of roads
On a bycicle without brakes
Feel my heartbeat
Less drama, more imagination
Less past, more Utopia
Sometime I'll find myself in those colorful activities
Those colorful activities
Or maybe not, maybe rather not
Sometime I'll understand myself
Read between my lines, between my lines
Or maybe not, maybe rather not
Between my lines
Between my lines
Between my lines
Between my lines
Sometime I'll understand myself
Read between my lines, between my lines