Can someone here me?
or am I just a prisoner of this mind of mine
that I don’t find enlightening, as I would like to think it is
when anything that’s thinkable can’t ever be the quintessence
for a lonely mind is just too confined to see all in its time

I know, I know...that this is not where we’re supposed to go
I know, I know...that this is not my show

standing on top of the world, not finding, what I deserve
giving it all that it’s worth, never knew, if I‘d ever be heard like this

can someone reach me?
or are You made defenseless by my defences, that I don’t
dare demolish in your closeness
is it bearable, when none of all my needs and wants
can ever be the solution to this solitude I feel
since you know only pieces of my name

I know, I know...that this is not where we’re supposed to go
I know, I know...that this is not my show

standing on top of the world, not finding, what we deserve
giving it all that it’s worth, never knew, if we‘d ever be heard like this

can someone feel me?
‘cause nothing could remain if not pecepted by a living soul
the days get old, but this I‘ll always know
I‘ll know, that this was not, where we were supposed to go
I‘ll know, I‘ll know, that this was not my show