There's a remote chance
Of touching that point in the horizon
And looking behind from there
Regret of having regretted
Such an odd trip
And for long
I've wanted
To break free from this wish
How far are we?
Will we never get there?
How far are we?
Will we never get…
That point
Summarizes my thoughts
And for long I've wanted…
Somewhere over the rainbow
My life goes by
One hour ago
There were forty km
To the middle, fucking middle
Of my fucking way
Now that road sign, that same road sign,
Shows to me
That remains the same distance
To the same place
In circles,
We're spinning round in circles
The whole life,
Always back to start
There's a remote chance of touching
That point
Summarizes my thoughts
And for long I've wanted…
Somewhere over the rainbow
My life goes by
