No matter, the biggest feeling is to be lost.
There's fog outside, and the radars are out.
Everything is bundled, options are written on cards,
but they are wrapped together by daily turmoil's rope.
Sometime you could even feel it around your neck,
choking next to death. But no you won't,
there's allways some airhead to release you.
Relief? Please let me get down,
stop the earth from rolling round and fast.
The cities are never sleeping
but neither am I and I wanna rest! NOW.