| you take fate just like a machine |
| unable to react |
| with the heart of stainless steel |
| you only count the facts |
| you fought your soul with all your might |
| but do believe it can be a glorious fight |
| cynically you talk to me now |
| you wish to be seen that way |
| you alone challenging life |
| jumping the waves of a day |
| you fought your soul with all your might |
| but do you believe this can be a glorious fight |
| shadow and light are same |
| the shades inbetween a game |
| you get drunk on stary skies |
| and inhale the coolness |
| there’s this deepness of sentiment |
| running through you |
| the world flowing in streams |
| and is the most precious dream |
| warm and mild |
| and now crystalline clear |
| you can face life without fear |
| you’re a romantic but scared of yourself |
| always suspecting attack |
| afraid to be caught vulnerable |
| unable to react |
| you fought your soul with all your might |
| but do you believe this can be a glorious fight |