And all the things I have done
They don't seem to have felt without light
And all the time I spent
I walked and cried with this shadow beside me
But maybe I should still fight
Make any sense
Something to believe in
Have my purpose
Every naive man is a dreamer
An adventurer
In whom all his journey's are illusions
The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies
The more you understand about the life
Is harder to live it
I see the light in the dark of night, and desire
For filling in empty hearts
But maybe I should still fight
Make any sense
Something to believe in
Have my purpose
Every naive man is a dreamer
An adventurer
In whom all his journey's are illusions
The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies
But maybe I should still fight
Make any sense
Something to believe in
Have my purpose
Every naive man is a dreamer
An adventurer
In whom all his journey's are illusions
The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies
The true will always be stoned
Show what his truth do lies
Privileged is the one who
See the cruelty that never dies