A window's shine is the consequence of your sound
The shape of you is the consequence of your mind
A shadow white is the consequence of your heaven
The shape of you is the consequence of your mind
Enjoy the sky even if your eyes are blind
Turn off the light, your view is clear
Appreciate the storm even if you don't return
There's no way for coming home
No way for coming home
A window's shine is the consequence of your sound
The shape of you is the consequence of your mind
A shadow white is the consequence of your heaven
The shape of you is the consequence of your sound
Enjoy the sky even if your eyes are blind
Turn off the light, your view is clear
Appreciate the storm even if you don't return
There's no way for coming home
Believe in what you follow
Or believe in what they say
Believe in what you follow
Or believe in what they say
The same old trap
Is surrounding you again
Among the other days there's no reason to believe
Among the other ones there's a story you can tell
Believe in what you follow
Something I don't care
Believe in what you follow
Something I don't care
There's no way for coming home