You are on the edge of the abyss
Everything goes wrong for you
You are playing with the direction
In paper boats
You are lost in the shadows
You walk backwards
You think that one day it will arrive
Luck in its place
There is always the old wagon
From the station
br/>Where dreams travel
In the right
You have flown through the sky
Looking for your place
Sailing through seas of ice
You don't stop fighting
It is possible to touch madness
If deep down you are
The sky one day cried for you
You stopped to hate