We think we can build our lives. Instead, they are constructed by other hands
Life
The door is open I can't go in,
my feet are stranded in different lands.
And it all came back...
The window is facing a cloudless day,
My eyes are lost in life lines.
And it all came back...
The chair is hugging lifeless weight,
a man is sleeping in my hands.
And it all came back...
Some shoe thinks they know my stand,
They walk around without a mile.
And it all came back...
[interlude]
A book moves around my pen,
the words are written in a dance.
And it all came back...
A life is stamped with rubber sins,
That is the life inside my skin.
And it all came back...
[solo]