I wanted to feel something
To be something To see something
I wanted to find one thing that was mine

And leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days

Fantasy was reality
Becomes such a parody
If I could find one thing that was mine

I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way
To get far away and bury these days

If shining or if shaking
It's reality faking
If I could find

One thing that was mine
I'd leave this behind
But I can't find my way

To get far away and bury these days