[Verse 1: Baasch] Crowded Love Empty streets Random nights Fantasies Limbo Gla**y eyes Instant food Pink champagne [Verse 2: Baasch] Way too much A bit too late Cross the line Someone else Limbo Could you leave? Corridor Empty streets [Chorus: Baasch & Bokka] Maybe it's out there Maybe it wasn't my fault Maybe it's something I was meant for Maybe it's my way Maybe I had no choice Maybe it's something I was meant for/x2 I was meant for something more…