It seems like I do not spend nor loose time in my life
I put all passion and guts in my every days and acts
I put all my passion and guts in works and thoughts I dedicate
But this Love I hear about, did I ever fallen heir to It?
Will I ever be able to feel this one and only everunfunk bond?
We lost control again, now we’re just friends
Divided in two, no more primal fear
We lost control again, each walks his way
Broken up and down on the side of two roads
It seems like I love life more than people
Is this bad, does-it hurt?
I go my own private chaotic path, like a hurried man can
Means no arm, but life shows not mercy
In a dead end I wish I’ll found my personal Idaho