Solitude may sometimes do.
Love implies an endless sigh of goodbyes
Anyway, I´ve travelled far
just to find that home is still where you are.
´cause somewhere there´s a place
where you can fall from grace
and join the human race.
Could this be the place?
Somewhere there´s a pain
that forces you to change
and plants a tiny grain.
Could you be that pain?
Does it even matter
at the end of the day?
Who would you call truly blessed?
Everyone has their test and their conquest
It´s OK, here comes the train,
and its sweet refrain of freedom will reign
