Exploring what we should find, and the dreams we saved for our moms, 
and we all have our goodbyes and our friends, our friends. 

When I look into the night, and think of our trip to Berlin, an image [bad word] to my mind, over and over and over again 
Of you, trying to wear my clothes, they always seemed so wrong.

Exploring what we should find and the dreams we saved for our moms, 
and we all have our goodbyes and our friends, our friends. 

Every time we speak to each other, trying to find ourselves in the words we say, we get lost. 
and every time we speak to our favorite person, try to find signs of affection in his face and his voice, we get lost. 
and then we sit and try to find our self in our souls and our hearts but be can't find it, we lost it trying to get bettter. 
and we have just one question to ask our self. 

Boy, how fast can [bad word]