Somehow, somewhere, I swear, I'll be maybe the part of a homeless, rootless tree.
I go wherever the wind is swaying, my dreams are going and my mind is fading
But always I will travel by touching the ground.
So what is my prize to pay? Knowing I will ever stray, 'cause the path I follow is just another way of escaping reality.
Everyday I'm waking up and I realize I didn't dream at all, just a nightmare, which wasn't worth to fall asleep for.
I've got so many reasons for my mind's travelling, but I guess that ́s nothing quite worth mentioning
There are just too many things that I'm sick and tired of. To be honest it's not brave to hide behind a dream.
So what is my prize to pay? Knowing I will ever stray, 'cause the path I follow is just another way of escaping reality.
Everyday I'm waking up and I realize I didn't dream at all, just a nightmare, which wasn't worth to fall asleep for.
I spend my whole life daydreaming, yeah at least every day, it's a quite good way to survive a whole damn life.
I spend my whole life daydreaming, yeah at least every day, it's a quite good way to survive a whole damn life.
Somehow, somewhere, I swear, I'll be maybe the part of a homeless, rootless tree.
