Whatever the people here think
Maybe there's a chance
Often you wait for night
When nothing hurts anymore
And you dream you're running away
Swimming, through the canal
You dream of a great country
Of a life that intoxicates
In the pages of books
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
You're dying to go see
The sky will always be low
And you go toward that country
Toward that life that intoxicates
In the pages of books
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us
What life has in store for us