| Yeah!
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| I’m lost, I feel empty, what I need is to wake up
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| With faith, buried in me, buried inside of my heart
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| I’ve lost it all because
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| «Believe in love and hope» is everything what we always pray
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| But is it love that makes us fight;
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| Is it hope, which robs us the light?
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| I admire those who fight
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| For a better world, a better place to die
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| Is this everything we need to be fine?
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| Our hearts are cold, even if we don’t freeze
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| In the distance are colors that we don’t perceive
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| Correct me, but even if we open our eyes
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| We are blind as we never should be
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| I can see our selfish faces, what I need is to wake up
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| I am lost
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| This is a nightmare, it could not be worse
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| Because, we are liars
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| We pray for hope and love every day
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| We are liars
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| Now I have fear, now I slip away, now I disappear
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| When it is love that makes us fight?
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| Why is it hope that still let me see the sun?
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| I think I see the light, the only thing is
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| I wonder what has become of me
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| That is what makes me see
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| And this is the reason why I ask myself
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| Is it love that makes me fight?
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| Is it hope against the light?
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| Now I believe
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| In the distance there are colors I don’t perceive
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| Correct me, but even if I open my eyes
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| I am blind as I never, never should be
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| Am I colorblind? |