Floating, drifting, fading memories
Riding, voicing, screaming silence
Always on the run
The fortune by our side
Here on the tide
Then we disappear
And nobody's here
Just faded years
We are ready to feel something
We are fetching falling wonders
Turn the pages of the story
Win the races catch the glory
Squeezing, living, fully this time
Grip it in one's hand don't let it slip
Always in the Sun
Another photograph
Another laugh
Then, shivers of fear
The days are going away
And all is gray
We are ready to feel something
We are fetching falling wonders
Turn the pages of the story
Win the races catch the glory
Don't drive your heart behind
Gaze the vault of the sky
Wash away your pain
Oh, now open wide your eyes
Till you meet the light
Wipe away this rain
We are ready to feel something
We are fetching falling wonders
Turn the pages of the story
Win the races catch the glory
