Through foreign lands W ride a million miles an hour Adapting to the fate we think is in our hands
Yet we're afraid Is this all too late? One step closer to now...
And we are singing this song of praise For something we ahve lost For something we have found For all our wishes on this common ground
For something we must give For something we must live For all the tears and loneliness we've found
On this common ground Beneat the newest star we try When the silence sounds Adapting to the fateful lieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
