Should I run or should I hide?
I don't know about my life
North or south
I have no option but to choose one
But don't know which turnpike
Which montain, sea or river must be..
I've chosen the dark
The cold, the lost
The place that has never been found
It doesn't exist, It isn't a place but a state of mind
Maybe I'ts a planet of some kind
I keep searching for what?
There comes a time for each of us, were one feels alone
It wont go away, It stays with you till the end.