All the time spent to believe that we're alone with ourselves,
putting on a brave face, is making us feel lost.
We're in the middle of nowhere wherever we drive the sea

remember us our emptiness, hopeless.
Have you got the strength to cross the limit?
No return for a desperate scream

A bottle is a lonely wish against the faith, between the waves
I found the end of land do you want to stop there?
we're crawling on the sand do you want to stop there?

Stagnant minds of tired believers, stagnant voices of complainers.
Here we are, following that light.
We'll feel no remorse for not having tried.

We'll feel no remorse for not having looked over.
End of land. Do you want to stop there?