Everybody has their times
nowadays we're all tried
easily we could fall
without someone who could stop us
Keep passing the open windows
keep closing the painful doors
keep passing the open windows
for one day you'll find the shore
It's not hard to lose control
with the matters of the soul
usually we all loose track
but we've got to make it back through
We're all hunam it's all clear
full of doubts full of fears
naturally we all give up
but we need someone to lift us up
