Far past these roads there is a place

Where all of our precious dreams remain

Someday I know I'll find a way

To keep myself from holding on

Stay awake with the sound of my voice

I'm restless from the silence in the air
 [bad word] 
I want to be somewhere I can see the roads

place where every time you breathe a [bad word] [bad word] 
I want to be where love is real

And memories of distant [bad word] to life again

Inside this room, time will stand still

As long as I'm not aware of the changes

The world outside leave me behind by myself

It shows no mercy for those who hold on

Stay awake with the sound of my voice

I'm restless from the silence in the air
 [bad word] 
Far past these roads there is a place

Where all of our precious dreams remain

Someday I know I'll keep myself

From holding on to it
 [bad word]