Själens ro

When I was living on my own. With the height of falling underground. Writing lyrics with the hope. Of someone finding some old thought. What if the reader just can´t cope. With the mind of building Noahs boat. There is just to much to find an answer to. To many lessons never learned. To many tears and scars through all our time and you. 

 

The illusion never fades. Of time and thoughts in all decades. The sunrise shows to us the way. Believe, and you will see the bay. 

 

We are. We are. Living on our own in time. We are. We are. Fools that tries to rise. 
We are. We are. Living on our own in time. We are. We are. Fools thats are blinded by our cry.

 

All around me walking down. The roads that travels from beyond. Not feeding what I feel. Unappreciated from my dream. But still, keeping on to build the road that no one saw. With all the baggage of my own home town.