I hope someday I’ll find someone to help me
find the keys of my home.
Once on a sunny day, I lost my favourite toy,
it was as precious as gold.
Days made of confusion, spent drawing circles,
in the darkness of a hole.
What am I looking for? Where’s the end of the road?
I can’t find an answer to stop my fall…
Once I had a precious treasure to hold,
a secret kept behind the curtain of my thoughts.
I just miss that funny feeling and now
I feel like digging to chase something I don’t know.
Days made of confusion, spent drawing circles,
in the darkness of a hole.
What am I looking for? Where’s the end of the road?
I can’t find an answer to stop my fall…
Once I had a precious treasure to hold,
a secret kept behind the curtain of my thoughts.
I just miss that funny feeling and now
I feel like digging to chase something I don’t know.
Where’s my home?
Where’s my home?
Where’s my home?