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Under an open sky
On a busy road
Withdraw into myself
But lughing out loud

Movements are slowing down
Until all is standing still
 [bad word] to ice
And colours disappear

Look around
For the one who tries to touch me
Look around
For the one who dares to step into my eyes
Will somebody ever hear me?
Look around
I see people talking without a sound

Profuse apologies
For chattering rants
Effectively meaningless
Without any regrets

Travelling around the world
The fortunate ones
Gambling about dynasties
Losing at all, losing all they have

All the one who tries to touch me
Look around
For the one who dares to step into my eyes
Will somebody ever hear me
Look around
I see people talking without a sound

Oh, for the one who tries to touch me
Look around
For the one who dares to step into my eyes
Will somebody ever hear me
Look around
I see people talking without a sound

Everything goes up and down
And then it turns around