| This is my route, I’ve started with loneliness
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| It’s all, well, unknown for the most
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| With all these bumps as deep as truth that hurts
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| Twisted with endless turns where
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| I feel so blindfolded
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| All dark, every turn
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| I had a dream of waking up
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| From all this stored in me, gone, undone
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| I have no answers, I have no lullabies
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| Can we just pretend everything is fine?
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| My route
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| I’ve drawn when hopeless
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| It’s all, well, undriven for the most
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| With all these wounds as deep as truth that hurts
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| Twisted with endless turns where
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| I, I had a dream of waking up
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| All this stored in me, all gone, undone
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| All dark, every way
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| I had a dream of waking up
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| From all this stored in me, gone, undone
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| I have no answers, I have no lullabies
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| Can we just pretend this one time
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| Everything is and will be fine?
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| Run, route that I’ve shown
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| God, I’m still faint
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| Gas, brake, stuck in my throat
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| You feel so slow
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| Could you still show me the way back, my broken road?
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| Now, will you take me home?
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| On my route
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| Paved with all my tears, slippery for the most
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| With all this love as deep as daggers turn
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| Twisted with endless turns where
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| I feel so unguided
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| All dark, never learn
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| I had a dream of waking up
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| From all this stored in me, gone, undone
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| I have no answers, I have no lullabies
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| Can we just pretend, can we just pretend?
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| In a dream of waking up, all gone
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| Dead memories stored in me, all gone
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| It’s all metaphors, i have no lullabies
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| And nothing’s broken this time |