3 acessos
Here I am, on the road again
Am I digging my own grave?
I ain’t afraid of no ghost
In time, when you think about it
Behind all the illusions
I always kept my mind straight
In this cave of hope, I hear no echoes at all
To every signal
I wish I would get a hint to know if I do things
Right or wrong
I’m standing on a merry-go-round
I’m standing on a merry-go-round
I’m standing on a merry-go-round
Just waiting for your sign
Rain is creating in a puddle
Of disappointment
I call it disillusion
Right now, the only thing that matters
Is get to know the right trail
To the final picture
Too scared, to get you scared