My sense to be: Sticking to a surface below my feet. And when the day is done again I am a whitness of setting suns
And then I hear your call inside my narrow walls, pretending doors are open
Stay awake – Insomnia
Face your fate – Insomnia
Stay alive – Insomnia
One more night – Insomnia
My soul explodes because I know that distance is getting near. I will get away over hills so high and across the sea
A landscape beyond my mind is waiting. I burn inside