Life, withers away – nothing lasts; death is eternal. Death, might be the end or perhaps not; but why throw your life away.
Choose how you'll live, don't be led; by mindless flocks of sheep. Make your path to a road, to a highway of your own. Stand with pride; that you dared to look them in their eyes. No more bowing down, never again letting yourself drown.
Time to rise, time to climb; on top of the world. Winning your fight, like the sun conquers the night.
Life, withers away – nothing lasts; death is eternal. Death, might be the end or perhaps not; but why throw it all away. Grasp it all, everything in your reach; hang on to every piece. Never let go, as your highway is your own.
Guitar solo I: Teddy Möller. Guitar solo II: Bosse Öhman.
Time to rise, time to climb; on top of the world. Winning your fight, like the sun conquers the night.
Life, withers away – nothing lasts; death is eternal. Death, might be the end or perhaps not; but why throw it all away. Grasp it all, everything in your reach; hang on to every piece. Learn to let go, as your highway is your own.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
