My lonely thoughts may fall apart.
They barely know what I did to say I´m heartless.
Cross the ocean with your mind.
When the pressure just begins,
You say I´m alright. Yeah.
I want to trust myself a bit more.
I gotta find out some use to keep on course.
She needs a holy trip
Before you take me in.
I gotta find your spot in the elevator.
The giant moon is growing,
Howling trust for dead and old trees.
No despair to love.
Lonely thoughts may fuck your mind.
When the pressure just begins,
Send me to holland.
And I want to trust myself a bit more.
I gotta find out some rules to keep me on course.
She needs a holy trip.
Before take me in.
I gotta find my spot in the elevator.
I gotta reach the top. The elevator.
