You know we are the same, my friend
So we would never fit
Our dreams they are insane, my friend
But we could never quit

I know your restlessness well, my friend
The same one runs my day
The dream for which I fell, my friend
The urgency to play

Our books are empty and tempting
We just can´t wait to write
Our spirits keep on falling
Beyond the endless night

The road of stones ahead, my friend
Our need inside is old
But there´s no way instead, my friend
No way to stay untold

Your mirror is clear and sharp, my friend
As a knife that cuts within
As fragile as a harp, my friend
Whose voice is soft and thin

Our books are empty and tempting
We just can´t wait to write
Our spirits keep on falling
Beyond the endless night

So we will burn inside, my friend
We´ll burn our hearts and hands
A story that never begins
Or one that never ends

MP2011