We are blamed for our love
It's not a crime at all
But we [bad word] away,
I think it's too late

To pray for it, don't fake it.
Save all that I love.
To break through all those voices
In my head which say no.
 [bad word] all these reasons that make you doubt in your changes (changes!)
if something is wrong.
Luck is a gift for the brave men that never feel anger (anger!)
if something is wrong.

Hey, you're never too late  
to pray on the highway 
for your life and a green
light is shining to me.